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14. I’m married

Author: Hermajesty
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-11 06:09:25

~VALENTINO’S POV~

The door creaked open, and before I even looked up, that cloud of expensive perfume hit me straight in the face.

Bianca Romano.

She didn’t walk into the room. She stalked in like a queen, wrapped in red silk so tight it looked painted on, a slit up her thigh flashing every time she moved. Every step, every toss of her fake-blonde hair, every flash of lace between her legs, screaming look at me, pick me.

Pathetic.

I leaned back in my chair, slow and easy, dragging in a breath through my nose.

Here we fucking go again.

Bianca is Padrino’s niece. Twenty-six years old and spoiled straight through to the bone marrow.

She grew up gnawing on resentment while the Padrino’s empire rose without her useless father’s name on it. Her bitter old father taught her young: if you couldn’t build power, seduce it. If you couldn’t win respect, weaponize your beauty until weak men begged for your scraps.

She hopped up onto the edge of my desk like she belonged there, spreading
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