Mafia Princess: Escaping His Deadly Lie

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ll do the rest"-my eyes snapped open. The fever still raged, but my mind was a

vely trying

ne. I sent a single, urgent text to my aunt, my

lian will try to int

ad a fresh cup of coffee in his hand and a well-rehearsed look of weary

d me last

led brightly at Julian. "You two are couple goals, s

oom across the hall. An old woman with no family, no visitors. I envied her. At least her so

"I want to go to the penthouse," I said, my voice

it was gone, replaced by that practiced concern. "Of course, baby. As soon as you

r woman scrubbed from our sheets. He m

Sometime that afternoon, a new patient was a

erself appeared

gainst the doorframe, a smug smile playing on her lips

voice dripping with false sympathy.

an, who had been pouring me a glass of water, h

ow." He grabbed her arm, his grip tight. "Hold your tong

husband defending his frail wife from an i

exhaustion. I didn't need to see it. I could

reaking anymore.

old and clear as a winter dawn. Live