Poisoned Vows: Married To The Mafia King

was quiet

the steel towers. From this height, everything seemed orderly, distant, and almost peaceful. A cruel contrast to the storm unravelin

ed not out of love but for convenien

ng a young, powerful CEO with no family ties already made her a target, and so she had crafted the perfect il

it would be simp

ed smile. She remembered laughing softly when he misspelled his name on the third

nd wife. It was subtle at first, missed calls, curt conversat

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ll she remembered was the pain that woke her at midnight, a deep, unrelenting ache that tore through her abdome

everything. The baby. T

family, no flowers, not

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assistant, Jasmine, knew better than to ask. Eva wore her si

g was different. Th

a knock on

" she sai

's someone here to see you. Says

eyes. "Security l

...moved past them. Said you'd

us, Eva nodded. "

again, and a man

filled the room like smoke, dangerous, intoxicating. His tailored black suit clung

t screamed power,

voice a low drawl, laced wi

d, straightening her ba

gaze assessing her like a threat and

eath c

e. Adrian Moretti. CEO of Moretti Global. Billonaire businessman. And if the rumo

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re?" she asked,

said coolly, masking her

tepping closer. "

's just say, I've been following your story.

do business with men who bar

't make of

he tension, Eva felt something else, an old flicker in he

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nvelope on her desk

ck for your response,

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hreat. Or perhaps..

as, the storm

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