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Chapter 45: Whitney Bellarini-Rucci (Part 1)

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Third Person POV

“Absolutely fucking not!”

Don Victor Bellarini's voice thundered throughout his private study.

Across from him stood his twenty-three-year-old daughter, Whitney Bellarini, her beautiful hazel-brown eyes blazing with anger.

“Father, I'm not asking for your permission!”

“Then why the hell are we having this conversation?!”

“Because I wanted your blessing!”

Victor slammed his palm against his desk.

“And I told you, Whitney! That man will never have it!”

Whitney flinched. Never in
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