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CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE: TAKING A STAND

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-22 00:03:51

LENA’S POV

The hallway to the guest wing feels longer at night.

My slippers sound loudly against the marble floor as I move towards the east wing.

My mother’s text is still glowing on my phone screen.

*Come to my room. Now.*

I tell myself it’s because she hadn’t seen me all evening. Maybe this is just a mother checking on her daughter.

God, I hope that’s all it is.

I finally stop in front of the guest room where she and Marco moved in.

I knock once.

“Come in,” Mom say
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  • Forced bride of mafia king   CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE: TAKING A STAND

    LENA’S POV The hallway to the guest wing feels longer at night. My slippers sound loudly against the marble floor as I move towards the east wing. My mother’s text is still glowing on my phone screen. *Come to my room. Now.* I tell myself it’s because she hadn’t seen me all evening. Maybe this is just a mother checking on her daughter. God, I hope that’s all it is. I finally stop in front of the guest room where she and Marco moved in. I knock once. “Come in,” Mom says through the door. I push the door open and step in. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed closest to the window, back straight, pearls at her throat, robe tied neatly at the waist. Marco on the other hand is pacing next to the other bed. He’s in sweats and a tee. Both of them look up when I walk in. “Lena,” Mom says. She pats the space beside her. “Come.. come sit with me.” I close the door behind me. “Is everything okay? You texted pretty late.” “Sit,” she says again, soft

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    DANTE’S POV The room smells like leather, cigar smoke, and old money. I take a sip of my drink, feeling bored out of my mind. Valentino is talking. Or at least his mouth is moving. I’ve been staring at the same knot in the table for the last ten minutes and I have no idea what he’s said. All I can think about is Lena and the pain in her eyes when she left the room. A pain I caused. And I can’t even take it back now. Not in front of them. “...and that’s why I’m telling you, a man needs options,” Valentino says. His voice drags me back. I catch the last sentence. “...a second wife. Keeps the first one in line.” Bile rises in my throat at the thought of another woman’s name next to mine, there’s only been one woman for me, there’s only ever been Lena. But I don't say anything. I just take a slow sip of my drink and let the whiskey burn. “Yeah,” I say. “I’m already tired of her.” Valentino laughs and lights a cigar. The smoke curls up between us. “That’s the spirit

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