My Ex's Regret: Married To His Enemy

top fixer and the Don's secret fiancée, t

rom heart failure, he refused to

iddle of the crowded ballroom,

e sat there meticulously folding a pa

dly. "And you completely forgot to pick up Elena's c

derboss title to Elena, and made a show of praising her-while the vintage

mes to build his empire, yet he was willin

d into a block of ice, and my ling

straight out of the Falcone e

his deadliest rival was

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t caught in the facets of champagne flutes and the polished teeth of underworld elites, a low, dangerous hum of conversation

ashing. The doctors say her heart is failing. They need authorization for the experimental byp

by the low, insistent thrum of blood in my ears. "I am getting him right now,

sitting at the head of the VIP velvet booth. He wasn't discussing syndicate business. He was leaning in, his bro

right in front of the table. My face was bloodless, my chest heaving. "Kieran, I need y

d me with a chilling disinterest. He picked up a thick cocktail napkin and, with an excruciat

ll of the classical music. "And you completely forgot to pick up Elena's custom gown from th

ing," I repeated, my voice raw and cracking. I dropped to my knees, right there in the m

ing down at me with wide, innocen

didn't look at me. "I am not rewarding insubordination and tantrums. You will learn

d bled for him for eight years, who had kept his books clean and his smuggling routes o

's light. It was a vintage cut-Elena's favorite style, I suddenly realized with a sickening lurch of my

t glass. The warmth of the metal against my skin was gone, leaving only the cold, dead weight of it. I slid the ring off my finger and let it fall onto the velvet booth. I stood up s

window rolled down, revealing the sharp, calculating eyes

riarch said smoothly. "My clinic can save h

Falcone mansion, a glitterin

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door of the armored SUV closed with the dense, f

d the glass partition, and the driver sped away from th

the heavily guarded Romano private clinic. The Matriarch had mobilized her surgical team the mo

ace blotchy and stained with tears

ulder. "Kieran actually pulled through.

ing her trembling shoulders, a

completely flat. "Kieran is no longer our f

She opened her mouth to ask qu

I told her. "But the groom has been

room doors. I stared at the blank white wall opposite, tracing a crack in th

a secure recovery suite. She was stable. The Romano m

one Syndicate's headquarters, a monolith of smok

s and soldiers nodded at me with deep respect. I was their top fi

ed Capo said as I stepped into t

my office, their faces bright with expectant smiles. They thought I was finall

ung open, and Kieran walked out. He wore a dark, tailored suit, and his sheer physical presence see

said, his voice a sharp

nd only the familiar architecture of his features, now inhabited b

ermission," Kieran said loudly, his voice pitched for ever

as dying," I

snapped. "We are the Mafia. The Family comes fi

me, looking down at me

ive privileges," Kieran announced. "You are demoted bac

me shifted uncomfortably, their eyes finding

him. She was wearing a soft pink dress, a splash of p

an said. He placed a possessive hand on her lower back

eet, innocent smile. A sour wave of

learning about all these investments and thi

her with undisg

me. "You will organize a formal welcoming ceremony for Ele

h a gun in my hand. I thought about the three times my heart had stopped on an opera

n my chest as I watched this wo

h. I turned my head sharply an

" I

uscle knotting in h

and loud enough for the entire floor t