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ansion's drawing room. Between my thighs, a phantom ache remained-a degrading reminder of Dr. Julian Weaver's cold

od-soaked depths of the Blackwell Estate Dungeon. I could still feel the agonizing tear of flesh as Kelsey, my half-sister, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my

here I am, seventeen again, the bre

pulling me back to the present. He pushed two black velvet boxes across the mahogany table. "To

xes. I knew exactl

, a clumsy performance that earned her broken legs and a permanent cell in the dungeon. I had taken the second box: a black-market fertility drug.

xplain the contents, K

d. "I'll take this one, Papa," she said, her chest heaving. She looked at me, and in her eyes, I s

with practiced fragility. "I need the guarantee of

r eyes darting toward me with thinly veiled hostility. "She's right, Aurelio. Giada

mphant smirk playing on her lips. She thought she had just stolen my destiny. S

t long shadows over my cheeks, masking the

ubmissive. I reached out and pulled the rema

er ha

ow the bloody reality of the mafia world. A pregnant woman wasn't a queen; she was a walking target.

noid, ruthless predator who despised being manipulated. If he caught even a whisper of a woman using dr

n't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I wouldn't rely on a child to secure my power. I wou