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Terry stops in her tracks. I mentioned the name of my daughter after learning Don and I are having a baby girl, and I also decided in secrets to make Terry one of the grandparents, and she knows that. But only if she returns to her true identity as a woman will I have her title as godmother to my daughter. Terry turned her head and gave me a heartfelt smile. "Don't worry, I'll come back with gifts." "Bye, Terry, and be careful." "Don't worry. I always will," then she left.

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale. While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of Tara Lyle Book 2, "At Willete's Mercy," where the saga continues to weave its captivating narrative.

"Sofia, save the tears. This isn't your territory, and I'm not your subordinate." I added, "You're right. I do hate you. I hate myself for being blinded by your fake act for twenty years, when in reality you were nothing but a snake. A venomous snake." I took one step closer toward Sofia. She subconsciously retreated backward, bumping into Lorenzo. I glanced at her abdomen, continuing, "That accident in you… I really hope it can help you secure the position as the Donna, because what happens next is that I am going to get back everything that was mine. Including my dignity."

Janna stayed close, blending quietly into the background. Suddenly, a silhouette staggered toward me and grabbed my wrist. “You’re alive, Evelyn?” In the back, Janna stepped forward and spoke indifferently, “Ms. Mancini, please unhand her. You have mistaken her for someone else.” I raised my hand for Janna to stand down before turning to the woman. Dressed in a washed-out and outdated dress stood Sophia. Since the Bilottis’ downfall, things hadn’t been going well for Sophia. I examined her calmly, my gaze showing no recognition.

He was reminding me of my place: here on the estate, we were nothing more than employer and employee. And the woman beside him was his one and only Donna, recognized by all Five Families. I understood the warning in his eyes and swallowed the words I couldn't say. "Don Gallo." Enzo's Adam's apple bobbed. He gave a low "Mm" and kept walking, shielding Camilla and their child, as if the person he'd just passed was a complete stranger. I gave a self-deprecating smile and swallowed the news of my immediate resignation. It's not like he would care anyway.

"I want Catalina alive when we find her. I want her to face what she's done. Want her to—" His phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number with another video attachment. He opened it to see Catalina standing in what looked like a luxurious penthouse, champagne in hand, smiling at the camera. "Hello, Dante," she purred. "Enjoying the view of your burning legacy? I certainly am. But don't worry—I'm not done yet. The estate was just the opening act. The gala is where the real show begins. I'm going to stand in front of five hundred witnesses and play every recording I have of your precious Isabella. Her FBI meetings. Her wire plans. Her admission that she'd shoot you to save Sofia. Every sec

I thought I would be calm. But when the truth finally came out, my body trembled all the same, and I couldn't stop it. "Heads of the families, I know you all want Louis dead right now, but before he's judged, there's a personal debt I mean to settle with him." I took a deep breath. "I wonder if any of you remember the former Donna of the Vitale family. My mother, Selena Pavano." "Twenty years ago, my brother was barely a month old when Louis's wife Jessica threw him from an upper floor to his death. And my father, Louis, never bothered to learn the truth. He took Jessica at her word and had my mother beaten to death..."

The moment the De Luca security notification appeared on my tablet, I stopped waiting for Matteo. Vanessa Ashford had entered the Donna wing with a clearance level that should have belonged only to me, and Matteo had stood beside her without the De Luca signet he always wore before the family. That was not an accident. That was a choice. I closed the archive window and looked back at the mourning locket under my lamp. Pregnancy had made my hands unsteady lately, but pride kept me from breaking anything in my studio, including myself.

Pushing his chair backwards, Riana rose and then emptied the content of his glass down his gullet before taking his leave. Left to himself, Thorne began to down glasses upon glasses of liquor, reviewing Riana’s question in his head. How he found Novah was his own little secret that he wasn't going to spew no matter the intense pressure he was subjected to — this was what he thought. Grasping the edge of the table, he held the bottle of Martel with his free hand only to throw it against the wall. “What do you think you are doing?” One of the men occupying the table in front of him asked.