Reclaiming The Crown From My Ex-Husband

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ierced my vision. I reached up to smooth the lapel of my suit and

me for ten years vanished

the podium, his cold and stern

f his early years rising to power through bloody slaughte

your underground network is now the largest in New York. In

was my grandfather who personally placed the crown on his

hone, an arrogant curve lifting

still straightened my spine, stood up, and loo

er. He didn't nod, only his jaw tightened dan

hed open the oak doors of the VIP lounge. Salvator

asked, forcing my

r to me. "Stop making a fuss, Serena. She's just an inspiration, a

ing against the floor. "You gave the credit to a street out

built this network with my own hands, Serena. Your grandfather m

holding the glass; he was wear

ng, Salvatore?"

t it at the penthouse. Stop your baseless suspicions. We h

th at the family's underground restaurant, the

porcelain plate and set it in

I was severely allergic to shellfish. Even a tiny bit wo

ck in his leather chai

te and stared at his face. "I'm al

ou need a reminder of who calls the shots. Eat it, Serena. Otherwise, I will make sure y

he was utterly trampling on my dignity. But I could only grip the silve

faction. He stood up and tossed down a roll of cash. "I

ay, my throat began to burn violently, and my airway rapidly constricted.

en he saw me covered in c

to the side, the edges of my visi

h the suffocating tightness. "If this dish ever appears

ed out my emergency epinephrine auto-injector and jammed it into my thigh without hesitation. The intense rush of m

old thought surface

ecting me; he was trying to er