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Chapter 4

Word Count: 526    |    Released on: 15/01/2026

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pressing it hard against my stomach. The pain was

utterly unmoored. The monster was shrinking, revealing the co

cracking. "Why get pregna

against the doorf

had implied it heavily enough. If I gave the family a male hei

gaze, my

edom, Dante. I used you

the great Don, had been used? It shattered h

you plan

, yes. But mostl

inning to rise, casting a bleak grey light

llow, "losing the baby was the only thing that

frame and hoisted my

u try to stop me, I will bleed to death o

t the blooming red stain on

voice lacked conviction. "You hav

myself,"

wn the long corridor lined with portraits of hi

re I had lost my first child, the mem

It took all my remaining

hit me like a slap

he garage where the Ferraris were park

out a plain manila enve

t my eyes. "Economy. One way. And a chec

re than I

you,

his weight. "He knows

ill s

iting. I had called it from the burner ph

ot

" I told

Moretti estate shrink in the rearvie

d my fla

one," I whispered

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