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one small request... My mother is at St. Mary's Hospital. I need f

d, stepping forward with her hand ra

ished this. She loved playing the merciful god to a desperate peasant. She tur

dly. "We will discuss the money in the m

I wept, bowing my head as I slowl

aming through the French windows hit my exposed skin, illuminating the dark, violent bruises blooming across

e room instantly drop

, her pristine, untouched body rigid with a sudden, visceral hatred. It wasn't just anger; it was the raw, agonizing

hand, she backhanded the remaining porcelain cup off the table. It shattered agai

eathed, her voice shaking with a ven

sitting room. Once we were in the grand hallway, the maid mu

y back against the wall, inching closer to th

g echoed. "Calm yourself, Si

tight and erratic. "Make sure she eats every bite o

rbs are already in the kitchen

e Falcone men follow her. I want to know exactly where her mother

rhythm against my ribs. Fertility herbs. Collateral. They thou

the hall. She didn't have Giuliana's timid demeanor. Her dark eyes r

me," Ale

The air grew damp and cold. Finally, she shoved me into a cramped, freezing room at the end

the table. It held nothing

the doorway. "You think you're special because the

door slammed shut, and the metallic clac

's eyes had been practically glowing with resentment. She wanted the power,

y lips. This one... her jeal