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Chapter 4

Word Count: 786    |    Released on: 16/12/2025

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or and smiled, the soft whoosh-whoosh

aid. "Strong heartbea

tight, his hands tucked near his face. He looked peaceful. He was float

ravel?" I asked,

r wand. "You're thirty-two weeks, Aur

," I

y stomach with a rough paper towel, pulled my overs

inic into the bright,

d SUV was idli

art s

re standing by the doors

e back windo

as wearing sunglasses, his fa

n," he

a command, low and vibrati

. A businessman on his phone. They glanced at the SUV, sensed th

" I

d, hard ice. "Do not make a scene, Aurelia. You

my chin trembling. "Y

is mine. Get in the ca

anted people to look. I wanted witnesses. "Home to your

uscle feathering beneath t

the great Don Moretti is conspiring with

vering near their jackets. Jacob's hand clen

he said, the lie slipp

aw her medical records in the safe, Jacob. Along with the prenup. She can't carry a child.

out. He was huge, imposing, radi

al," he said, rea

th of a passing pedestrian. The m

rabbing the stranger's sleeve.

led out his phone, his thumb hovering o

b fr

ylight with civilians recording? That brought the FBI. That brought hea

with pure, unadu

g a mistake,"

s saying 'I do'

h a sharp jerk of his head

Aurelia. The courts, the streets, it doesn't ma

UV peeled away, merging

g, the adrenaline cr

ang. It wa

r full custody. He's alleging mental instability. He has affidavits

ck SUV disappear

them," I

a. He has judges in his pocket. If this goes

med him in my

," I wh

. Davis asked, pani

at the empty street where he had been. "

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