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ent, my dress dripping onto the hardwood floor. He thought my leaving the club was a g

r startled me. It was my brother, Leo. His face

ing me into a hug. "I just found out

t. I pulled away, wrapping my arms around m

. captivated by her. Her ambition, her r

eding to hear it. "Is

wly. "Yes. It solidifies his

t. The screen lit up with an incoming call from Isabella to him. My brother ignored

ll business. The call was about logistics, about control. It con

d paper and coffee. I asked for the application forms for a scholarship to the Florence Academy

owned by the Mancini family, a glittering showcase of their power. The air was thick with expensive perfume and

yalty. They stopped directly in front of me. Dante's eyes were cold,

t familiar tone of an order, a Don's command.

she purred, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "But Dante needs a queen, not a n

breath from my lungs. She gently patted her perfectly flat stoma

execution. A blood debt paid in h