The Mafia Boss' Crazy Ex

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ay out of the suffocating cocoon. The white elastic corset constricts my waist, making each br

oney brown eyes sweep over the sea of expectant faces, my heart sinking like a stone. Soft strains

by the pulsating beat and the freedom to be myself. But here I am, trapp

nate daughter of Richard Evans, take my first step toward my destruc

is none. Then I know, like I know my monthly cycle, that I

urns with anger, my mind racing with the lies I'll have to tell, the smiles I'll have to fake, and the freedom I'll have t

sting against the fate awaiting me. I drag my feet, stretching the shorting distanc

his patience; I mean, I've seen him lock away disobedient employees in the basement cells of our es

h step a precarious balancing act. My eyes dart to the stairs, imagining the

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oment my gaze meets Roland's- his towering fame and tattoo-covered neck- my composure crumbles. His e

the farce of this cursed wedding. But the weight of my father's expectations, the crushing pressure of my circumstances, keep me mute

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he's won a prize he doesn't even want. My skin crawls under his scrutiny, and there's an undeniable sur

crowd, searching for an escape or a friendly face, but I finds none. I am alone in my misery, trapped in a sea of expectant smiles

bout to vow to love and cherish, is a mastermind of evil? Th

ach churn. Why are they c

my father, who will secure his business interests, and Roland, who will exp

erate, lovesick fool. My anger flares at the thought of the headlines that will likely splatter the tabloids tomorrow: "Desperate Heiress Weds Ruth

most imperceptible movement, but Roland''s gaze snaps to mine, his eyes narrowing into slits.

help but think of the contract, the one I signed under duress, the one that binds me to th

n, or

of resentment towards the blond haired, blue eyed demon, resentment towards my baldheaded father, and

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