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She suddenly smashed the glass of drink on the floor, making it shattered and I sighed. Her crazy actions have begun to attract the guest's attention also. "Is this proof you wanted to kill your own brother's wife?" I asked with a calm expression on my face even though, I'm boiling from within. I don't know why I keep meeting betrayed people, especially since yesterday. First, it was my boyfriend with my best friend, and now, a sister trying to kill her blood brother's wife. "I'm out of here!" She hissed, making an attempt to leave but Fred, who hasn't said a word since the drama started stood in front of her, glaring hard at her.

She said as she continued to walk down the hall. Sarah finally came to a stop and opened the door to a room which she gestured for me to enter. A small round table sat in the middle of the room with only two chairs. Sarah shut the door behind me and I looked around the room at the books that lined the walls. The room reminded me more of a study than it did of a dining room. I ran my finger down a line of books reading the title of each. Most books were those of witch craft which leads me to believe that Master was a warlock unless he just found the books fascinating.

If Roman did something usual inside my room or went through my stuff, he was sure a hundred percent of a death anniversary, which was today. I got to Yara's main store, which was located in our territory, and the one she had her office at to get my clothes and shoes for the party the next day. Arriving there, she wasn't in yet for the day, and that was starting to become a norm for her recently. "Good afternoon, Ma'am." The girls there chorused again after I had ignored them the first time. "What would you like to shop for?" One of them asked. I waved my hand in the air, signaling to them that I wanted to do it alone without any of them. They got the message and scurried away, leaving behind

I froze in place, my thoughts juggling even when I tried to put the pieces of the situation together. “When I ran off to New Orleans six years ago, it was because I stumbled into something Father thought he’d buried,” she said slowly, her voice steady. “That was when I found out what the Rossis had done—and why Axel murdered Father. The only way we can reclaim power in the underworld is by joining forces with another powerful empire.” Mafia underworld. Empires. Blah blah blah. I didn’t want to hear any of it. What I wanted was a peaceful life back in Willow Creek, not something that would endanger my life.

Alexis passed her to me, and I swayed gently, grinning as Morgan giggled at my nonsense baby talk. “We came to give you an update and offer some help,” Alexis explained. She hesitated before continuing. “Moulsa slipped away, but we’ve got a team hunting her. It’s only a matter of time before she resurfaces—especially since you killed her husband. Honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t struck yet. We don’t know what she’s waiting for.” I studied her expression. “What kind of assistance?” She fidgeted slightly. “Well… I was hoping you’d consider letting a few women from my coven stay with you—just in case Moulsa shows up.”

‎ ‎Sarah ‎ ‎I was humming a song while I cooked dinner. ‎ Me, Sarah Bennett. The woman who was supposed to be cold, smart, and completely focused on revenge was humming. ‎The kitchen was warm. It smelled of garlic, olive oil, and fresh basil. I had a glass of wine on the counter. I was moving my hips a little as I stirred the pasta sauce. Alexander was asleep in his crib upstairs. For once, I felt like I could breathe.

SARAH MILLER'S POV The text sat on my phone like a knife. “This isn’t over, Sarah. You think you won. But I’m just getting started. - D” I deleted it. Then I blocked the number. Then I blocked 3 more unknown numbers. It didn’t help. Ethan was asleep beside me with his hand in mine. The hospital monitors beeping softly and steadily. But I couldn’t sleep. Because David was right about one thing. I did think I’d won.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

Sarah thought she had finally found a family. She gave her husband everything, her love, her fortune, and even her dignity. In return, he gave her a fake marriage, used her wealth to build his empire, and secretly shared a bed with the woman who treated her like a servant. Then the apocalypse came. When the world froze, Sarah and her five year old daughter begged for shelter. Her husband chose his mistress. Her daughter died in the snow. And Sarah followed her into the cold. But death wasn't the end. Sarah wakes up thirty days before the apocalypse, with her daughter alive, her fortune still within reach, and every memory of the betrayal that killed them burning hot i

Every prole was a danger until it had breathed its last breath. Reese felt for his pants pocket only to find there were no cigarettes in there. Good thing, smoking was forbidden in the bedroom. He could do it in the kitchen or in the living room, but I didn't want the smoke in here. "It is very unlikely that you will get anything other than roast rabbit and beef chops in Historia." Accidents could happen in Historia too, but that was not an issue here. "They should be fed poison." "Unfortunately, that won't be on your menu." Reese got up from the bed, came over to me and gave me a kiss on the head. “I call Jilin and tell her that we will accompany the transport. You can make food in that tim