Divorced Billionaire Heiress Is Now the Retired Mafia Queen

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asting beautiful reflections across the marble floor, filled with Italy's elite -- billionaires, pol

f high-profile investors. My business empire had faced some struggles in recent year

g my engagement to my m

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amond engagement ring catching the light. She's ba

cameras flashing as the hotel doors swing

nd the clinking of champagne stopped

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gged her curves like it was made just for her, the off-shoulder design leavi

and the fabric shimmered under the golden light, making her look alm

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me, stopping inches away. She tilted her head as if studying me li

that sent chills

woman I had thrown

"What is she doing here?" She hiss

ing myself that Mabella had disappeared, that she had been noth

, here

oddess reincarna

ng heads, her Aura commanding attention as she descended the steps

d tones, their eyes movin

n, she

ffectionate smi

-- one that promised retri

ment effortless, exuding wealth. She took a slow sip, letting the

she finally spoke, her voice smooth, almost teasi

ht of her presence pressed d

rted, my voice bar

still remember my name?" Her lips curled. "That's

lacing a possessive hand on my chest. "You -- what are you doing

e sweep the luxurious surroundings, taking inexpensive floral ar

ms is private. Not his business..." Her gaze shifted to me

uiet but unmistakable,

ed with anger. "Yo

ate my ex-husband's latest victim?" Her eyes met Mandy's, piercing, unapologetic. "I just wanted to confirm if it

uests chuckled behind

rkening with something unread

e where a bottle of 1985 château Margaux sat unopened. W

, pouring hersel

" She raised her glass, her smirk deepening.

y flushed red, her nails di

gh," I snapped, stepping forwar

he words roll off her tongue. "Oh, Williams..." She set the glass down

ing I want," she whispered, her voice dangerous

shed with u

sects. Then, without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel, the s

nce as she left, leaving behind an atmosphe

fury, turned to me. "Why does sh

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rway, disdain in her look. "Enjoy your celebration while you

thing you'll be celebra