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Chapter 5

Author: Cocojam
Three in the morning.

My sports car crunched over the gravel of a private drive in Chicago's northern suburbs.

Iron gates slid open without a sound.

Two rows of men in black suits lined the drive. They bowed their heads in unison.

"Welcome home, Miss."

I pushed the car door open. The night air rushed in, carrying the damp chill of Lake Michigan.

My father stood on the top step. I hadn't seen him in five years. His temples were graying, but his eyes were still sharp as a hawk's.

He walked down to
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    "Miss, news from the Gallo family." Chiara stood in the doorway of my office.I didn't look up from the family ledgers. "Go on.""The day after you threw him out, his elders seized power," she said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Cash, property, even his last few shares in the arms trade. All gone. They kicked him out of the Gold Coast mansion."I smiled. My finger paused on the page."And Bianca?""Bianca ran the second the money dried up." Chiara turned a page. "Once he realized she was gone, Alaric emptied his safe, grabbed the kid and his last few Rolexes, and fled Chicago."I took a sip of tea."The man who knelt before me, begging for forgiveness," I said softly. "Can't even protect one woman now."Chiara said nothing more and left.I looked down at my own belly. A slight curve now.Three months. The baby grew quietly inside me. As if it knew the world outside was burning down.In the days that followed, I stopped paying attention to news about the Gallo family.Chiara lef

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    I hung up. Dropped the phone in my bag.Just then, the door to the trauma room opened at the end of the hall.Sharp, confident footsteps.Alaric reached me. His hand went to my shoulder."Alessia, you've been through a lot." His eyes were red. His voice thick with gratitude. "I knew it. You're the kindest woman in the world."I sidestepped him. A small step back. His hand met empty air.My stomach roiled. The smell of antiseptic, of him, was suffocating.I dug my nails into my palms. Hard.It was the only thing stopping me from slapping that hypocritical face."The blood draw made me dizzy." I looked up at him. My voice was flat. "I'm going downstairs for a coffee."He didn't notice the dead calm in my voice. The finality.His mind was on the woman named Bianca. And the secret son eating pasta by a lake in Wisconsin."Go on. Come back quickly." He waved his hand, distracted. His eyes were already darting back to the trauma room door. "The doctor said they'll need more of your blood soo

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