Discarded Bride: Claimed By The Secret Boss

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fening compared to the mocking whis

powerful Mafia alliance in New York. Instead, Julian Falcone didn't show up. He publicly slaughtered our families' sacred pact for a rising ac

a revered bride to the laughingstock

er liquid. I needed to destroy something. I needed to prove I wasn't just a helpless victim. My eye

crisp uniform. I thought I was playing a game, using his calloused hands and sharp, pale throat to numb my p

ning sunlight dragged

wn at my bare, porcelain skin, covered in faint, bruise-like ma

ed, fully dressed in a pressed bl

lsion washed over me. I had slept

heavy crystal ashtray from the nig

ranite beneath a harsh crew cut, remained terrifyingly blank. His calm only fueled my hysteria. I grabbed

ieked, pulling the duvet up to my chin, my ch

ng strides, his sheer size and the scent of his cold cologne suffocating

e a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in my chest

I would not cower before the help. I had to regain control of this nigh

a promotion. You can be my secret lover. But you will neve

fragile bravado. He stepped even closer, his broad shoulders

authority in his tone freezing the bl