His Unwanted Wife: The True Mafia Queen

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ted into a frantic, calculating gleam. Sh

wfound resolve. "If the estate finds out Jacob spent his wedding night at his underground base

dors to The Elder's Suite. Fronnie, Exa's stone-faced Enforcer Ma

s to his soldiers on his wedding night speaks volumes," Exa sneered, her voice like dry leaves. "But to maintain the Collins' facade be

her rage, nod

uffocating with expensive perfume and silent judgment. The

ile and offered her a custom silk scarf. Instead of the explosive tantrum everyone expected, Kiana accepted it obediently, handing me a small brooch in return. We didn't ex

Estate Kitchens to pre

to mock my "illness" and the delayed ritual. But Gwen, fueled by our new alliance, had viciously invoked Diana Rodriguez's name. *The Commission o

et high-back chair, car

aned in to serve her, my fingers brushed the hidden undersid

elicate bite

dispose of my corpse. I held her gaze, my smile serene and entirely unyielding. The faint, unmistakable scent of bitter almond extract lingered

s glint vanished behind a m

nt parlor. "Emily is the undisputed Mafia Queen of this family

into pure panic. Al Collins narrowed his eyes, sensi

alked back with my in-laws thro

"Now, give me back the emerald bracelet. It's registered in the Main Estate's ledge

nes on my wrist. I looked at Gwen, letting her own words

the Elder was so fond of me today. I plan to visit The Elder's Suite quite often

color drained from her face

the Elder now, Gwen," he murmured, his eyes fixed on me with a new, wa

away, the emeralds heavy and secure on my wr