The Mafia Heiress's Ruthless Revenge

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ough the thin silk of my nightgown. I smiled, tracing the curve of m

thing that belonged to me. It was nothing like the calculated, heavy silence

face when he'd feel that kick for the first time. His seriou

special decaffeinated blend Dante had sourced for me, a ritual he never

y the light made patterns on the sheets. But a notification banner

am. I almos

imple flicker of it, m

h-resolution photograph that felt

han my own face. He wore nothing but a pair of dark trousers. His arms we

e platinum watch on his wrist.

the. It's a fake. A pho

of text burned into my vision:

grasp. I pinched the screen, zooming in, desperately searchi

none. It was p

t Dante's shoulder, but I could se

ything that didn't belong. It was a luxurious lounge area, w

shed over me. I'd never

rner, on a low table. A custom humidor, crafted f

ift I'd given

ted to a door concealed behind a bookshelf. "That's where the servers for the g

"It's the only place that's off-limits to you. N

ved him. I neve

d silver trim identical to the one in his study. The picture was t

d in didn't just pop. It shattered,

my throat. I scrambled out of bed and ran to the bath

n in the mirror. My face wa

n and again, the shock of it helping m

one, deleted the message, and cleared ev

hroom, I heard the door to