Poisoned Passion: Burn From My Love
The bullet split it clean down the middle, right between our joined hands.
The second shot struck the pregnancy test on the desk, the one showing two lines. I had just found out I was pregnant and hadn't even told Salvatore yet. Yet, this was the surprise he gave me.
The third shot shattered the mirror. My reflection splintered into countless pieces—broken beyond repair.
No matter how sweet our memories had been, I wanted no part of a love built on lies.
Rosa had schemed every detail to perfection, except for one.
Like father, like daughter. In his time, my father had ruled the underworld of the west with an iron fist. They called him the Steel Lion.
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