His Unwanted Trash, The Rival's Treasured Queen

m a burning wreckage. I spent years in the shadows, nursing him back to heal

our wedding, eve

h that ruined me, complained of a stomach ac

r to stop on the sho

barked at me,

leaving me stranded in the dust and exhaust fu

hurch," he sneered b

tar to hold the hand of the woman who had once tried to kill h

with humiliation, realizing I was never

a burner phone from my bodice and dialed

e," I whispered.

r the guardrail, and stepped into the black s

pte

r Va

I saved clasp the hand of the woman who caused the crash was

at the Pierre Hotel, the heavy curtain shie

ck it

night my skin had melted into the asphalt of the West Side Hi

ith hands I had painstakingly massaged back to l

y inch the Pri

like armor, and his jawline

mily, the heir to a throne built on blood an

p and smooth, vibrating through the floorboards and traveling up in

high-ranking associates mur

e high collar

long sleeves even in t

t geography of scars that only doc

ze drifting to the front row. "It is about the anchor that holds y

against my ribs li

s, I had been

his bandages when the pus an

ng darkness of his coma, enforcing Omerta when rival

nto the light as his fiancée-the woman who h

id, his voice soften

nished fro

rom her seat like a

as pr

scading over shoulders that had never kno

powerful Capo, a strategic

t clipped Julian's McLaren four years ago, s

rs, her hips swaying,

n't pu

d his finger

s, to the Commission, to the world. "Sh

s erupted lik

the taste of ash

ewriting

d I spilled and replaci

er, his dark eyes scanning the wing

sion didn'

as no a

old, silent warnin

't the

damaged

buzzed in

ing and his new Queen? Julian Moretti sp

lent on the plush carpet, an

ck to the pent

ered a water, my hands tremblin

r, my phone

as J

I'm setting her up at the Pla

screen until the

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t lie in

't secu

comfort

found the draft I ha

edical mission in a non-extra

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