From Mafia Princess To Unbroken Queen

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screeched to a halt beside me. Two large men in dark suits got out. Before I co

ith the smell of rust and decay. They threw me onto the cold concrete floor in fr

rner. Ignat

k echoing in the cavernous space. "You shameless little whore," she spat, he

o the Foley bloodline. A fire, cold

atz. She put him on speaker. "I'm taking car

d. Then, a pause. A surrender. "Just... be good,

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mother was, and he chose to leave

sharp, cramping pain started in my abdomen. I looked d

unding on the metal do

ide, bored and cruel. "Let the little

floor, the pain ripping through me in waves. I bled through the night, alon

arely conscious and drove me to a hospital, dumping

yes told me what I already knew. "I'm

he pain was so vast it had no sound. It was just a

y mother did. It went too far.* No mention of our child. No re

envelope. Inside was the official, stamped divorce decree

my phone. I found the numbe

ou." And then the dam broke, and I sobbed, the sound raw and broken,

ng, the unspoken promise of retribution. Arlington Foley, *Consigli