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Chapter 7 : The Rules of the House

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last update publish date: 2026-07-16 21:30:48

Mrs. Bellini was already at my door when I opened my eyes, like she’d been standing there waiting for the exact second I woke up, and she didn’t wait for me to invite her in. She just stepped inside with a tray and the kind of posture that said she ran this house and everyone in it.

“Good morning, Mrs. Alighieri,” she said, setting down coffee and warm bread on the table by the window. “The Don asked me to show you the estate after breakfast.”

I was still drowning in his robe from yesterday, sl
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