Jilted Ex-Wife? The Ruthless Heiress Returns

ad left behind. The sun was going down, its last light stretching long shadows acr

gift box, its lid stamped with the

tting area with a dull thud. "In a month, put on the new go

he armed guards posted outside the suite, and c

red me a glass of water, his exp

ending, a charitable sneer at the corner of his

folded document from the insi

the Cohabitat

gift box. "The moment Gianna is dischar

sion, he added magnanimously, "You may

eavy document and

e wove together into a nausea

remain absolutely chaste and

west wing, to spend without limit, and to sle

arring in the dead room. "Yesterday you swore you would run Gia

ge of his nose, as if I were a stubborn

his pocket and held up a maudlin farewell lette

he admitted, his tone ful

gic, she doesn't even have formal status in the mafia. And you've worn my wedding ring a

ven stipulated that I had to play the

raising him-educating him, discipli

one of it and enjoy all the pa

, unyielding, and laid out e

celibate, unpaid nanny and serve as the family's shield-

ed; he instinctive

ild's emotional stability. It's necessary 'e

ched: "My sexless marriage with you is a pure love of

cue, the bedroom doo

on. She glanced down the corridor first-the habit she had whenever the Don might be wa

days a week with Enzo, pitifully promising s

ace flooding with panic and distr

st and turned to glare at me with utter loathin