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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE MOTHERS LIE

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Lena’s POV

I tear through the house like a madwoman.

“Dante!” His name rips out of me, echoing off marble walls. I need to speak to him. Why would he do this? Why take Marco?

I hear his voice coming from his office. I head towards the door and shove it open.

I notice four men sitting across Dante when I step in, one of whom I recognize as the old man from our engagement dinner.

All four pairs of eyes snap to me. The room goes dead silent.

I’m suddenly aware of my bare feet.
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