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e Mistress's Suite. Arabella's room. The heavy silk drapes and unopened Fr

her knees the moment the heavy oak door clicked shut. She wrapped her

ice barely a whisper. "Please. If you take this st

as a ghost-my sister's face, but with eyes forged in ice. "I know, Sofia," I murmured softly. "But the arrow has alread

, the suite doors burst

hair a tangled mess, and in her right hand, a silver stiletto blade gleamed under the chande

he didn't expect the brutal, undergrou

rist, and twisted it sharply. With a clean, ruthless sweep of my leg, I slammed h

roze in the doorway, their eyes wide as they processe

g wildly as the guards finally snapped out

, looking down at her with absol

" she roared, the veins in her neck bulging. "She is rotting

orcing a condescending smile to my lips. I turned to the stunned guards. "It seems Miss

idor, I locked the door. I had my confessio

note from a hollowed-out book in the library-a dead drop fro

Anti-miscarriage medicatio

r's mourning period to breed a bastard. In a devout, traditional Mafia family, a premarital pregnancy

lefield disguised as a breakfast service. The clink

an angel," she announced loudly, ensuring her voice carried across the long mahogany table. "A pure-blooded wife brings

eacup, while Marco stared at his plate, sweating profusely. Frances

escorted in by two guards for her final dismissa

rom his newspaper. "Bow to the

as, then marched directly toward Marco. With

ping with venom. "I will never be anyone's replacem

"I will be back. And when I am, I will step over this imposter

done. The air in the dining hall grew thick and heavy, t