Marrying My Cheating Fiance's Ruthless Uncle

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ast life, that was where my fiancé, Grayson Falcone, had locked me away. He had left me to die of a fever on a concrete floor while he pa

vanished, replaced by the sharp scen

It was the freezing water of the

he laughingstock of New York's elite. But I had known it was coming. I

jazz music. Gasps erupted

is eyes never even flickered in my direction. He swam right past me, his hands frantically searching for Clara. He pulled

tered the Falcone honor and handed me the ve

logged beads of my gown acted like lead weights, dragging me benea

through the chaos above. It was low, devoid of pa

Fish he

e. Aldo, a Falcone Soldier, hauled me upward. I broke the surface, coughi

er the courtyard lights. I could feel the leering, predatory stares of rival family members ste

ptly parted. The whi

stepped out of

eared man in New York. He stood over me, a towering figure in a bespoke suit

an cigars and dark power washed over me. He leane

he whispered, the words a leth

reezing, exposed, and entirely out of o

ing the lapels tight to hide every inch of my body from the crowd. Without asking for permission, he slid one ar

to look him in the eye as he carried

oof Cadillac V-16 was already waiting. Aldo opened the rear door. Damon slid me onto the leath

engine roared to life, carrying us away from the glittering hotel an