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Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

“Never?” Nick continues to spill his sex life, or lack thereof, out to you. Not in a pitiful way, just matter-of-factly telling you that he wants all the normal sexual things that you thought everyone got, and he’s not getting them. It’s kind of like, instead of being desperate, he’s taking charge. He’s tried, but Bridget is just unwilling to do even the simple normal things like different positions, he doesn’t get a view of the action because she doesn’t want the lights on, they don’t do it anywhere but the bedroom, and when he finishes it’s only inside of her. No wonder he’s bored, and no wonder he’s looking elsewhere. You feel a little sorry for him, but he’s exciting you by being bold, a

The one line on it read, "Thank you for participating." Beneath the card was a sheet of paper. It was a letter I had written to him. The handwriting was steady—so steady that there wasn't the slightest trace of anger or resentment. "Hunter, it's been nine years. I always believed that if I were a little more understanding, a little more generous, and cared a little less… one day, you'd finally see me. "Later, I realized that when I'm not the one who was chosen, no matter how hard I try, all I'll ever get is a participation prize. So, I'm withdrawing from this wedding.

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Chapter 17. Torture. After Riffen finished threatening Doris, he left, going in and out of the room and talking to Wynn. - Don't be bad at flirting, she's not worthy of you. How can someone as lowly as her even reach out to people like us?

I climbed on my toes, placing a quick kiss on his lips, and muttered, “I hope so too.” *** An hour later, I sat with Riona in her cottage, cautiously flipping the pages of one of her ancient spell books. They were written in some unknown language, but Riona told me the words I should look for, and so that was what I did. We finished drinking the third cup of herbal tea by the time we found anything about the blood spells… “I'm afraid we won't find an answer in those texts.” Riona gave me a wry smile as she put the book away.