Three days before the wedding, the man I’d been with for six years told me he was already married.And I, his partner in building an empire, was to be his Donna in name only. In reality, his mistress.Sweat slicked the hard muscles of Blair’s back, soaking into the expensive silk sheets.He pinned me beneath him, his rough thumb tracing my collarbone, sending a shiver through me.He wouldn't let me turn away, his mouth crashing down on mine, staking his claim."Flora," he growled, his voice a sexy, dangerous rumble.And God, I loved it when he was this possessive.I was the daughter of the former Don of the Hillrose Family. After my father’s unexpected death, I went to Blair’s side to hold our families' alliance together.For six years, I was his right hand, his top strategist.Together, we took five boroughs. We were the most lethal power couple in New York's underworld. Partners in every sense of the word. Soulmates.Next month, we were supposed to have the wedding of the century at
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