The Runaway Wife: Hiding The Don's Heir

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heir, my architecture firm is

hip is transferred to the f

he is also the woman current

he Don of the city, he did

as ice, and whispered, "There is no div

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my baby. They wanted t

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lock 19 he slept with, was a single manila envelope. It did not bear the wax seal of

out the

of Asset Reallocat

t. I knew how to read blueprints. I knew how to identify the load-bearing wall

demolition

the name of Aurelia Moretti, specifically the Flynn Architecture G

l be transferred to the natural father, Jacob Mo

le in the room. I sank onto the plush Per

f tormenting me since childhood. The woman who was curren

clean money to wash it off. My inheritance, my legitimate firms, my sterling reputation-I poured it all into the foundat

rotection. He sw

ized he didn't see a wife. He saw

door creaked o

ing heavier, instantly charged with the scent of expensive cigars an

respassing

that used to make my stomach flu

the doorframe, wearing a tuxedo with the tie undone. He looked exactly like what he

, my hand shaking.

between us, snatched the paper from my hand, and tore it in half. Then h

bored. "The Consigliere worries about worst-case scena

my throat. "Or when you decide I've served my purpose? You

owering over me. He didn't touch me, but his shadow felt like a cage.

t a di

as absolute. It sucked the

lue, darkened into an abyss. He reached out and gripped

his breath hot against my face. "You leave when I say you lea

ed me wit

k. I looked at him one last time. He wasn't

house. I got into my car and drove until the ci

only by a desperate, fra

clinic on the edge of town. A clean

ly. I had an appointment. I had made it und

ok away his heir. I took away his l

only way

the clinic, looking relieved

down at m

flutter brushed

t, undeni

ki

ched. It was

is wasn't a pawn. This wasn't an ass

acob. That would make me just like

ara across my cheeks like war

oing to ki

burn the worl