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ell's shirt. Her muffled sobs were a caricature of grief. "No... pl

. "She's weak. She can't take any more of this,"

ween us. He understood. I needed him to be the one to crush their final, pa

ard. The room sudd

n proceed," he stated, his

he walks over here herself and

ue eyes. "Two. My men 'help' her over here. But after the examinati

ogation

ne in the Chicago Outfit knew what that meant. It was a place of no

sagged against a nearby servant

in his arms, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes. A tiny crack in hi

knew it was time to

Drake's side, standing with him as

ut, clear and sharp,

ow," I began, capturing every

nt, and that she lost that child because of me... then I, Isabell

Even Drake's brow furrowed for a split second,

y words sink in. Then, my voice d

ut

she is lying..." I drew out the word, my gaze a p

ano Princess will be paid for by th

ies. I will personally ensure that the name '

y voice was the final blow.

ng a trembling finger at Bobby. "It was all her idea! She planned i

e flimsy bonds of their deceitf

hen at Bobby, his expression a

ed. "No! Madam, how could y

their squabbling. He gave

ng h

moved forward with predatory