From Mafia Wife to Rival's Queen

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ilent constellation of lights below. I hadn't slept. Dante's words-the proof of Ma

open. It was Marco, holding

ce of concern that now made my skin crawl. He placed a croi

ee in his handsome, lying face. Instead, I forced

o brush a stray strand of hair from my fac

. "I'm exhausted. Could you handl

ng for you." He hesitated at the door. "By the way, I was thinking... Sienna. She cou

ion, designed to bleed me ou

ike ice. "She has no class. The bran

ghtened. "S

co," I cut him off, turn

n whose loyalty I'd secured years ago by putting his kids through college. Ten minutes later, the executive

ecialist, a quiet genius n

one hour

dn't break through Marco's firewalls-he simply walked through them as if they were neve

year. A steady, silent siph

d to a sprawling mansion

years we'd built, the love I thought was unbreakable... all a lie. He hadn't just ma

wn my cheek. I wiped it away with a vi

ad calm. "Then install the surveillance softwar

done. We were out of the office and the power to th

of concern. One of his soldiers clapped him on the back. "You

o pull me into his emb

his was about seizing my empire. I wouldn't just divorce him.

thing he couldn't fight, couldn't deny

ing the part of the doting husband, his hand resting on my knee. I didn't fli

dmirers. Needing a moment to fortify myself before the night's perfo

he door, she wa

en