The Don's Replacement Bride
He stepped away as I broke into a silent sob, then he looked at dad.
“You caused a lot of trouble, Harry. And I hate troubles,” dad's eyes dropped to the floor instantly.
“Please, Don.”
“But you've brought a worthy offering,” his gaze returned to me, calm and unhurried, “so you're forgiven.”
“Thank you, Don,” dad breathed.
“Remember,” he turned to dad, “she's mine from now on. You have no control over her.”
“I'm not a property to be owned,” I screamed instantly as more tears rolled down my eyes, “please let me go. I'm not the actual one to be wedded.”
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