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ARIA AKA RED

I swallow back the tears of humiliation watching Wolf, my husband, shamelessly kiss another stunning woman in front of everyone.

Gods! I'm being ridiculous!

I don't even know why I feel this upset. It's not like I'm in some fairy tale story where I've grown feelings for him in less than twenty-four hours.

Or maybe it's because he's paraded me around on his arm introducing me as Mrs Volkov, and now I have multiple eyes staring at me with pity or laughter glazing in them.

I turn away, "Fucking jerk!" I mumble, swiping another two flutes from the silver tray that swings by our table.

I drink the first flute in one fluid motion, placing it down on the table while I face Zeynep. A look of utter shock mars her face before her chocolate brown irises meet my gaze with a sense of understanding masking her features.

Blowing air out of her nose, she shakes her head, "Mobsters always think they are invincible to the naked eye." She hisses as her gaze leaves mine and she stares at
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Jimmy_davis
great read thanks
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Blanc
Poor Aria. Such a shame with Zeynep
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