Poison Vows
She pulled Charlotte away from the window.
Charlotte was dragged to where the tables were set up.
The ornate silver brush felt cool against Charlotte’s fingertips, a stark contrast to the simmering anger that pulsed beneath her skin. She’d spent the last few days meticulously observing Rosalie, Roman’s wife, and her friend, a woman who radiated an unsettling aura of fragility and controlled fury.
Rosalie’s supposed story, of a love-struck naïve girl, swept off her feet by a charismatic mafia boss, was riddled with inconsistencies, tiny cracks in the carefully constructed façade.
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