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Chapter 37: scorned wife

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Alessandra

Today, i left the house before enzo woke up, he must've been tired from being an asshole, probably screwing the woman he could possibly love to pretending to be interested in me.

I've not been this angry since my mark refused to die and I had to go to the hospital, a heavily guarded room and end all his nine lives. It was a hustle, much like being married to Enzo has easily become. i don't know how much longer I can hide my detest for him when my blood boils at the mere sound of his fucking voice. Hating it would be easier if he had a regular tone, but no, the cold-hearted bastard has the kind of voice that makes women giggle, and I never was one to giggle.

I'm so angry at him, at myself, and at my stupid heart for learning it could feel something so tender and frail. My next kill is going to be sloppy, I just know it, but I also know Father won't assign me any marks, he'll use his other henchmen before he even gives me a second thought. Don Romano is petty, almost as mu
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