The Mafia Heir Kidnapped the Wrong Bride—Then Saw the Scars Her Family Paid to Hide
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At dinner, my parents demanded I apologize to their golden son or lose my education. I said, “Alright.” By dawn, I was packed. My brother’s…
The zipper split open beneath their hands, revealing a small silver drive instead of an explosive device. Arthur’s left hand jerked away as though he…
Dominic pulled Clara beneath the desk as a second bullet tore through the chair where she had been standing. Pauly’s voice continued through the estate…
I was the mafia boss’s invisible maid until he saw the bruise on my face, locked the kitchen door, and made me confess that my…
When my boss told me she needed me to pretend to be her husband for 1 year, the first thing that fell out of my…
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I only meant to drop off a cardboard box and drive away. That was the whole plan. Sophia had left half her stuff at my…
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“Get out of my house.” Isabella Romano’s scream split the marble hallway so sharply that even the old portraits seemed to go still. “You and…