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Chapter 1

Ten years of marriage, and here I was again, putting on my perfect smile to deal with another one of Maximus's clingy mistresses. Number 666, by my count."I'm not having it! Get Maximus out here!"The woman on the rooftop already had one leg over the railing. She clutched her seven-month belly, her hair a mess, her makeup smeared down her face in dark streaks.Not one of the bodyguards watching below dared to move."Donna…" the butler panted, running up behind me. "She's... she's been at it for half an hour...""Where's Maximus?""In the study. With Miss Vance."I let out a small laugh.That oak door to the study. Maximus himself had ordered it to be soundproofed three times over. Guess it was coming in handy.I looked up at her and spoke, my voice calm."Jenna, come down. The fall to the stone pavement will kill both of you.""I want to see him! I'm carrying his child! He won't even answer my calls!""So you decide to jump.""I decided to make him watch!" she shrieked. "Stop acting,

Chapter 2

I stared at the ruined paintings, my mind flashing back to that day seven years ago.Maximus had his arm around my waist, standing in the middle of this very room, freshly finished."Angel, this is your kingdom," he'd said, kissing the top of my head. "No matter what happens in the future, I'll always leave this piece of the world for you."His eyes were still bright back then.I pulled my gaze back to the woman standing on my Botticelli."Do whatever you want."Camilla blinked, probably surprised I didn't put up a fight.I spun on my heel and strode away.I didn't even care about Maximus anymore. Why would I care about a room?As I passed the outdoor pool on the ground floor, a hand grabbed my arm from behind."Angelina, stop."Camilla had followed me out. The smile was gone from her face, her white robe whipping in the wind."What's with the act?" she snarled. "I'm Bianca's sister. You think I don't know what you're really thinking?"My heart skipped a beat."You're the one who force

Chapter 3

The door opened again just as I hid the watch under my sleeve.Maximus, now in dry clothes, stood at the foot of the bed, his face like a thundercloud."Angelina, I have to warn you again. Camilla is my woman now. Don't you lay a single finger on her."I leaned against the headboard and looked up at him."I know.""You'd better," he said, his eyes narrowing. "What was that look you gave her by the pool today? I've known you for ten years. When have you ever looked at someone like you wanted to kill them?""Don Maximus.""What?""I won't touch her," I said, enunciating every word. "I swear."He stared at me for a long moment, probably not expecting me to agree so easily, before turning and leaving with a heavy sigh.Not long after he left, Mia came in with my dinner."Donna, Jenna had her baby."I put down my book. "How's the child?""A boy, but he has a high fever. The doctors say it doesn't look good."I strode to the safe.Inside was a stack of Swiss bank key cards, a coded ledger, a

Chapter 4

I stood there, frozen.Mia was trembling on the floor, her head bowed, refusing to look at me.Ten years. She had been with me for ten years.I had saved her from human traffickers at the Chicago port when she was just a little girl.When she called me Donna, her eyes used to shine."Mia."I said her name softly. Her shoulders shook even more, her head sinking lower."Angelina," Maximus's voice was a cold weight from above. "What do you have to say for yourself now?"I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.When I opened them again, they were empty."If you have a witness," I said, "then do what you have to do."Maximus clearly hadn't expected that answer.He stared at me for a second, his brow furrowed.Just then, his Underboss, Luca, rushed in and whispered something in his ear."The Morettis hit our shipment at the South Side docks," Maximus said, getting to his feet, a scowl on his face. "I have to go.""Max," Camilla immediately purred, moving to his side. "You shouldn't have to d

Chapter 5

The second the door closed, I sat up.The pain from my wounds was searing. I took a breath, gritted my teeth, and got out of bed.I staggered to the fireplace.I looked down at the necklace in my hand.When I had my miscarriage five years ago, Maximus knelt by my bed for three days and three nights.He said he was sorry, said he would make it up to me, said he would give me the best things in the world.On the fourth day, he came back from a black-market auction with this necklace.An 18th-century heirloom from an Italian royal family. He had spent a fortune on it and had a craftsman engrave our initials on it overnight.When he put it on me, he said, "Angel, as long as this necklace exists, I'll be here."I threw the necklace into the fire.The flames licked at it, and the silver chain quickly blackened and curled.The charm, once hammered flat and then back into shape, slowly melted in the fire, becoming a twisted lump of metal.Just like my last ten years.The next morning, I put on

Chapter 6

The car door opened. Two agents were standing outside."Ma'am, please step out of the vehicle."I was pushed out of the car. I looked back at Maximus.He was still in his seat, with no intention of getting out."Maximus..." my voice trembled.He rolled down the window and looked at me, his eyes as cold as ice."Angel, it's time to settle the score."The window rolled up, and the SUV drove away.I was escorted into the FBI building by the two agents.In the interrogation room, the fluorescent lights were blinding.The director of the Chicago office sat across from me, his hair silver, his gaze sharp as a knife."Mrs. Costa," he said, slamming a stack of bloody ledgers onto the table. The blood was from the wounded at the auction."Five hundred million dollars," he said, his voice hard. "Laundered through the underground auction you ran today. We have you dead to rights. What do you have to say for yourself?"I took a deep breath. A sharp pain shot through my ribs."Director," I began, "

Chapter 7

Maximus's POVI haven't slept. Two days now.Every time I close my eyes, I see her.Ten years ago, Lake Como. Her in that white swimsuit, smiling back at me from the sailboat.Five years ago, the day she lost the baby. She grabbed my hand and said, "Don't be scared, Maximus." She was bleeding out, passing out, and she was comforting me.Yesterday. The interrogation room. She threw that pen at my face. Her eyes were empty.I know she hates me this time. For real.But the Morettis are watching. The Feds' case needs a fall guy. That kid in Camilla's belly… it's the only Costa heir of this generation. And Angelina—Angelina is Angelina. She knows the rules.Just two days. I'll have her out in two days.I'll take her to Monaco. Buy her the whole damn coastline.Build her another mansion. This time, she'll be the only one in it.Third day. 5 a.m. I cancel the three-hundred-million-dollar arms deal with Grimaldi."Boss, if we lose this deal, it's gone for good—""Then it's gone."I grab the b

Chapter 8

Maximus's POVI stare into Camilla’s eyes."Say one more word, and I'll blow your head off."She shakes her head wildly, tears and snot smearing her face."No… I won't… Max, I won't…"I shove her away. She falls to the ground."You know why you're still breathing?" I look down at her. "Because your profile looks like hers. That's it."Camilla's face goes white."You think I actually like you?" I sneer. "You're just a stand-in. A cheap replacement."Her mouth opens, but no words come out.She stumbles to her feet and runs.I sit back down in front of the wreckage.I sit there for three days.For three days, I turn the whole Chicago underground upside down.Informants, dock workers, pimps. Every corner of this city is looking for her.Alive or dead. But nothing.It’s like she just vanished in the blast.On the fourth day, I finally go back to the estate.I push open the main doors. Dead silence.She used to meet me here. Always.In a white dress, hair pinned up."How was your day, Maximu

Chapter 9

Maximus's POVI think about how strange she'd been lately.Before, she would raise hell over a mistress for days. She’d point a gun at her own head to threaten me. She’d smash things, cry, say she was leaving.But lately, she did nothing.Camilla pushed her into the pool, she didn't fight back.Camilla framed her for poisoning, she didn't defend herself.Camilla destroyed her studio, she accepted it calmly.I thought she'd finally learned her place as Donna. Finally stopped making a scene.Now I get it. It wasn't acceptance.It was surrender.She'd given up completely.Midnight. I'm back in her bedroom.It’s exactly how she left it.Her skincare on the vanity, her dresses in the closet.The air still smells like her favorite perfume, tuberose.I grab a bottle of whiskey from the nightstand. A 1947 Macallan. Her birthday gift to me.I could never bring myself to drink it. Now I down half the bottle in one go.The alcohol burns my stomach, but my chest just feels empty.I lie down on her

Chapter 10

Maximus's POVI look at Camilla kneeling on the floor, and suddenly, everything feels pointless.“Drag her out,” I tell the guards outside the door.“Max! No!” Camilla struggles. “I’m innocent!”“Throw her in the cells,” I say, lighting a cigarette. “Let her keep the rats company.”“No! Maximus!” she screams as she’s dragged away. “I’m carrying your child! Your blood!”I don’t turn around. Just wave my hand.“Check it.”The guards understand immediately.Two of them grab her arms.Camilla thrashes wildly, trying to grab onto something.Her hand hits the nightstand.With a click, a hidden safe door pops open.The contents spill onto the carpet.Bank cards, cash… and a dark blue leather journal. The corners are worn, soft from a decade of use.My hand shakes as I pick it up.The cover is dark blue leather, the corners worn.I open it to the first page. Her script, elegant and precise. Just like her.First day in Chicago. Maximus promised me a kingdom. I believed him.I keep turning the p

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