Seven Years His Secret
"Not now, not ever."
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I checked myself out of the hospital against medical advice, against all those soft instincts that had kept me chained to his side for seven years.
The accident had taken my child and my love for Dante.
I returned to the villa where I had lived for seven years.
Seven years of memories were etched into every wall, every floor, every sheet that had been stained with our sweat.
When I first met Dante, he was not yet a mafia Don. Back then, he had just taken over the Castellano family when it was on its last legs, hunted by countless enemies. Besides ambition, he had nothing.
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