When the Valenti Princess Came Home
Salvatore Valenti, the don of the Valenti family, never needed to raise his voice to stop Chicago’s night in its tracks.
My voice shook. “Dad, I want to come home.”
For two seconds, he said nothing. Then his answer came, low and furious.
“Who dared lay a hand on my daughter?”
Two hours later, Matteo was at the private hospital with Vivian and Lark, celebrating the child’s survival as if he had not just buried his marriage.
His phone rang, sharp.
His secretary’s voice nearly cracked. “Mr. Bellandi, something huge happened. You need to come to the company right now.”
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