Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don

ella

f dust and decay. It was a fitting perfume

ress, a vintage lace confection that had cost my father his last shred of liquidity, hung h

abe

face gray and lined with the stress of a man who had

I asked, my voi

of plans. Alex is detained by urgent family

urying a body or dodging a bullet. But for Alex Moreno, the spoiled prince of

reamed to the world that I was nothing more than cargo

vy skirt. I wouldn't give them the sat

e brim with the most dangerous predators in the city. The air hummed with

on

the priest, looking nervous, and the empty spa

ven reached the front. They sli

re i

er face. S

damaged goods before

fix hanging above the altar, praying for streng

hols, my only friend in this shark tank, leaned in

le over the rising murmur of the crowd. "Y

uttered. "W

at Union Station saw him boarding the train to California a

tilted o

s. He had chosen a cabaret singer over the union of our fa

rned through my veins, incinerating the fear, incinerating th

and couture dresses. At the center sat Sofia Moreno, the Dowager Queen. Her face wa

ere going to patch this up with apologies and money, and I woul

o

I reached up and tore the veil from my head, th

ntly. The silence that

and faced the congregation. My

voice didn't tremble. It cut t

nding. "Isabella, this is not the place.

rd echoing off the holy walls. Gasps rippled through the room

"We will retrieve him.

iron. "I will not take a coward into my bed. I wi

," Sofia said, her voice dropping to a dangerous octa

ng power surging through me. I had nothing left to lose, and that made me dangerous. "The contract state

breath. Even the Don, sitting in the sha

wn laws. "Since your heir is unfit, I demand the contract be honored by s

of my next words hang in th

vide a groom," I said softly