Third Person’s POVLate at night, Dominic sat at his desk, staring at the photos his secretary had delivered.In one, Noelle was leaning back in a gentleman's arms, lost in the rapture of the dance.His fingers clenched around the edge of the photo, nearly crushing it.After a long moment, his grip eased, just slightly.He looked at Noelle's face again. That smile catapulted him back seven years.Back then, Noelle had been vivid and willful. The moment she stepped onto a dance floor, every eye in the room chased her.Dominic had assumed he could never fall for someone like that.Until she burrowed into his arms and teased him, and for the first time, he felt the hollow place inside him being filled.As a Don, he'd even started fearing death, afraid he'd never see her again.He had loved her so much.A heaviness settled over Dominic's chest.Just then, one of his men hurried in."Don, Miss Blake is banging her head against the wall in the cellar again. She says she's going to kill herse
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