Broken But His: The Don's Hidden Amputee

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decade ago. He didn't know my legs were crushed by rival soldiers on the very night he took his blood oath. Instea

at least explain why you vanished without a wor

l factions. While he built his empire, I was crawling in the freezing rain to reattach my he

I was a traitorous gold digger. I would rather he hate me forever

cked a single bag and fled the

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erving as a legitimate front for the Vitiell

ertainment empire, but everyone in this city kne

streets with the blood of a

boy I had love

f sight, his expression impassive as he informe

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was a luxury I had lost ten

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in the shadows, his head tilte

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to Europe. I changed my name. I wanted a d

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had

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beneath my dress. "I need to go," I whis

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sing the armed soldiers

ped in diamonds and a

a manicured hand flat against his chest.

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