Claimed By The Ruthless Dark Mafia Don

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se of black, white, and gray, illuminated only by the sprawling Manhattan skyline beyond the flo

in living area and toward the heavy fr

clung to my skin. In the center of the room, a Roman-style heated pool

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rly maids. Her eyes were venomous, fixated on the simple dress I wore. I knew Kelsey had paid off the Ass

d, stepping forward. In her manicured hand, she held a small glass vi

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nees on the cold marble. Katheryn pinched my jaw, her nails digging into my skin as

erate energy of cornered prey. As Katheryn leaned in, I jer

t hiss, a plume of acrid white smoke billowing upward as the acid instantly reacted with the heated water. But within seconds, the massive pool's filtrat

o pure, unadulterated rage. She grabbed my hair, yanking

dull. The fake, ugly blemishes I had drawn on stood out starkly. Katheryn's furious panting slowed. The inte

had still been challenged. She reached to the nearby lounge chair and uncoiled a thick,

me chest-down onto

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fabric of my dress and slicing into my flesh. I bit the insid

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unting the seconds. *11:28 PM.* In my past life, I knew Dante's schedule flawlessly. He

to pool against the

hoed from the hallway, followed by the crisp, terr

er trembling hand. She knew Dante despised unauthorized t

as my

ard the frosted glass doors just as they swung open, then intentionally let my foot slip on

issolving the ashen foundation and wa

hauling me out of the water. I gasped, water streaming from my

ed from stone, his dark eyes radiating a lethal danger. But as he looked down at my face-now completely

where the torn dress reveal

The Dark Don's eyes darkened into a pitch

cted at the guards staring at a sobbing Katheryn. He tightened his grip on my waist,