Contract Marriage With The Ruthless Mafia King

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!" A shrill, imperious voice

sister, Janeen, lunged at me. Her perfectly manicured nails clawed a

deep blue stone catching the morni

nt over in her palm. A strange, knowing smile twisted he

ucket of ice water, freez

rtbeat that Janeen, just like

the upper echelons of high society, had paraded me at a political fundraising gala like a decorative vase. Senator R

in the eyes of the world, becoming a

off to Eliga Russo, the notorious

derworld. A month later, he was ambushed following a high-stakes Syndicate meeting in Atlantic City.

k it out by physically abusing his three adopted sons. Less than a year later, Eliga Russo threw

ance at life, she was

reached the parlor doors, Janeen's

se to marry Eliga Russo. I am

s no intention of settling down. He's been entangled with that Hale woman for years. The Ru

f his? They aren't even his own blood. They belong to some dead enforcer.

t doesn't specify which one. Let Clara marry him. She's perfect for it-quiet, painfully dull, practically invisibl

cia's face instantly lost the helpless indulgence she reserved

generously offered you this mar

better match, Clara. You should be thanking me. A girl like you-no presence, no conn

allowed my shoulders to slump inw

performance. "Of course, you'll have to play stepmother to three boys. But honestly, you have so l

, shining, a picture of perf

. "Thank you for thinking of me. I will do every

le widened t

mission, allowing a dark sm

a death trap dressed in haute couture, hidden behind

arget of every jealous mistress and political enemy he had. Stalkers, poisoned drinks, sniper bullets in

ted States, he put a bullet through my forehead himself, safely leavi

to that cannibalistic hellhole, I

th a lethal set of skills and invaluable intelligence. I knew exactly who

formidable men with the right guidance. This was a family with real power. Not the hollow, borrowed power of p

hat marriage because she w

't make the

I would not

be the