The Mafia Heiress's Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 2 No.2

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shower. When he saw me, his face broke into that devastatin

ueen. And our

race. My body went rigid for a split second before I forced

of my head, his large, warm hand coming to rest o

wash. Whatever traces of last night had been meticul

ado toast, a smoothie he'd researched specifically for pregnant women.

tasting like cardboard in my mouth. I

ht," I said, my voice carefully casual. "Y

, and for a fraction of a second, his e

Video conference with the European division. It ran until four. I d

ie. Seamless. It e

sank, a dead weight in my che

to hide my expression. "You must be exhauste

to take my hand. His touch was warm and steady

ds were

r work. He'd left the suit he wore yesterd

were dra

ing to tidy it for him. I lifted th

e to my face and

a crisp, woody scen

ed, was another fragrance. A sweet, c

se, with a cold, sh

od ran

A niche French perfume

how exclusive it was, how Dante had to ha

ext. The lie about the meeting. And now, the l

ket, my nails dig

oset, dressed in a fresh suit, lookin

over and gently took the jacket from my hands. "Leave it. Th

His eyes, as he looked at me, were as deep

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The Mafia Heiress's Ruthless Revenge

Blair Dippel Mafia

“I was happily pregnant through IVF, thinking I had finally built a perfect life with my billionaire husband, Dante. Then, an anonymous photo led me to a hidden drawer in his study, where I found a vasectomy confirmation dated a full year before we even started trying for a baby. My world shattered when I went to his office for answers and overheard him talking to his assistant. "This marriage, this child... it's all a sacrifice. I needed the perfect substitute to build up and destroy, just to prove my loyalty to Elara." The painful IVF injections, my precious pregnancy, our entire marriage-it was all a meticulously crafted performance for his childhood sweetheart. He even planned to publicly humiliate me at an upcoming gala as a welcome gift for her return. I wept for the years I had wasted and for my innocent unborn child, conceived merely as a pawn in their sick, twisted game. They thought they could discard me like trash because they believed I was just a helpless orphan with no one to turn to. But they didn't know I had spent the last three years hiding my true identity for the sake of this marriage. Wiping away my tears, I picked up my phone and called my father, the most feared underground king in the world.”