The Mafia King's Broken Captive Bride

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s marble hallway, the cold, abstract art on the walls mocking my isolation. My footsteps were silent, a habit ing

," one muttered, his voice echoing faintly. "Linette

Marino girl. The traitor's daughter is nothing but a gho

nor. But in this gilded cage, truth didn't matter. What mattered was the sickening realization that I was the last person in

straight to the heavy mahogany doors of Julian's

he floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. His expensive Loro Piana cashmere coat

Vance?" I demanded, my voice cutting

ho owned my life. "She will be staying here. Forever," he stated, his tone leaving no room for debate. "She needs a safe

aid, my voice tre

kly swallowed by a cruel, absolute calm. "The Moretti family has no rul

away, leaving the office without another word. He didn't save me fr

trauma. It was the systematic micro-dosing of sedatives in my meals. He was trying to drug the Mafia Princess out of me, to erase the girl

est. The biting wind whipped my hair across my face. I closed my eyes, remembering the weight of a weapon in my hands. I used

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ust forcing my numb fingers into

ched softly in

ne white cashmere coat. Linette Vance. She looked like an an

behind her. Her eyes swept over my pale, exhausted face. A si

eathed, her voic

n radiating from her delicate frame told me everything