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I don't remember anything, *Signora*(Madam)," I stammered, keeping my eyes glued to th
hissed, stepping forward to deliver a sharp kick to my thigh. "*Puttana
id with a lazy flick of her wrist. "Enough, Caterina. The
h is far too rough for a woman of my delicate constitution." Bianca paused, her tone dripping with false piety. "Furthermore, my spiritua
into a diamond. *The surrogate plan.* She needed an incubator, a disposable womb to bear the Moretti heir so she could
r voice like grinding stones. "And you, dirty little rat,
velvet cushions. "I am giving you a chance to at
servant. I widened my eyes, looking up at Bianca with a carefully crafted mix of a
d the exact eff
, her breath smelling of bitter coffee. "You are nothing. You will have no name, no face, no voice. You will go to him only in the pitch black, and you will leave
d smirk. My "stupidity" had reassured her. A greedy
over Mrs. Russo's knuckles. "Yes, I understand.
bargain was sealed. They thought they had chained a lamb, comp
ommand, three heavy, rhythmic knocks
cent of Chanel No. 5 seem
the hallway-one of Damien's loyal *Soldiers*. "The
face, replaced instantly by stark, unfilte
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