The Hidden Medical Genius: Healing My Crippled Mafia Boss

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lawyer, Mr. Finch, pull two heavy docu

ffocating-thick with stale cigar smok

ing with excitement. She pressed her sapphire-clad body against Julian Car

amber eyes held a mix of contempt and the slick relief of a man w

mchair, ignoring me completely. To him, I was

sterical breakdown. Waiting for the screa

g. Just absolute,

ce breaking the heavy air, "Miss Charlize Sinclair will be joined in mat

arlize's lips. Arthur raised his g

something resembling pity, "Miss Eleonora Valencia will be wed to th

in the r

ork underworld, reduced by a bomb to a paralyzed, ro

quickly masked it with fake sorrow. She glided over to me, si

to twist the knife. "I am so, so sorry. But you know... marrying a dying man is

pull my h

I pressed down-just enough to send a sharp, paralyzing bolt of agony

ng in sudden, terrified shock. She tried t

smoother than crushed velvet. "Useful? Oh, my dear

lutching her throbbing wrist, her face drained of

stepping into the d

ic suicide stunt from few days ago," he barked, hiding his growing unease behind a h

argue. I

him a flawless, lingering curtsy-a gesture of supre

urmured, my lips curving i

staircase with absolute, measured composure. I could feel Julian's eyes burning into

r, her eyes red and swollen. "Miss! How could they do

off softly, closing

ipped the diamonds from my ears and unclasped the heavy ruby neckl

lencia family. Cheap tri

to a graveyard. They thought I was

le finally curve

ng ma

e cornerstone