the mafia's little bride
Before Angelo, who had stepped closer, could intervene, Bella raised her hand and slapped Clara right back.
The force of the slap left Clara stunned, her mouth agape as she clutched her reddening cheek.
“I don’t need your boyfriend,” Bella said sharply, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her. “I have a perfect husband.”
The room fell silent. Angelo, who had been about to step in, froze in his tracks. Her words echoed in his mind, and for a moment, he found himself staring at her in awe. Bella’s calm confidence, the way she defended herself, and her claim about Dominic it was as if she belonged to their world already.
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