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From Barren Wife To The Don's Queen

From Barren Wife To The Don's Queen

Author: Gavin
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1117    |    Released on: 11/12/2025

unts when my husband asked for a hu

the woman he was trying to pay off was w

the eye, using his

, Ainsley. She has

uniform. She was wearing my jewelry and loo

them, Damian protected her. He looked a

he sneered. "Something y

ad spent millions trying to

had just received th

roved those fiv

n a secret vasectomy six months b

dures, hormones, and shame, all while fundi

from the violence of my world so

m. I am a Pier

phone and dia

him to have nothing. I wa

pte

sle

when my husband asked for a hundred thousand dollars to secure the l

s for the request to

as the aggressive scratching of my pen against the heav

oked

at the head

millions to create. His suit was tailored Italian woo

nervously toward the kitchen door wh

t made a sharp click

ble the nanny's

precise tone my father used mo

c he developed whenever he had to ask

ggling, Ains

iced tone he used to tell families their loved ones would

chair. The leather

him. I reall

had shielded from the blood and the violence of my

ooked at the

d it open w

niform. Instead, she wore a tight cashmere sweater that s

the vintage Chanel drops my father had

n't b

n't s

We don't scre

y gaze bac

tenants," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "And you want to provi

nodded

he said. "We have so much, Ains

r, resting his h

oney. Dirty m

e room droppe

ud. He was happy to spend the blo

coffee down.

ual, intimate gesture that made my stomach tu

anyone who hadn't spent five yea

I sa

ed at

rrings,"

ank you, Mrs. Hicks. Damian gave them to me. He s

hat followed

oked at me, terror

k

had gotten comfortable. He had forgotten that the woman sitting a

too

her,"

strai

N

hung in

no to me before. N

eeds us. I need her help with the house. You are never here, Ainsley

rewrite the narrative, painting me a

. My heels clicked rhythm

d inches

llar. It mixed with the expensive cologne I bough

out her son

e was a

n fli

nother man's bloodline because y

drained

rm. His grip wa

he hissed. "Don't

ear the truth about his broken body. Abou

n at his han

ked up int

e, Damian. Or I will remind you exact

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