Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex
Laura shrieked, her fingers clawing at her own hair in a mess of frustration and rage that felt like it was boiling her very blood.
“That’s right, she is a whore,” Chiara gritted out in agreement. “First Luciano and now this doctor... Rosa is playing two men simultaneously,” she muttered, the words tumbling out as she paced. “And you want me to keep quiet? To just watch her have her fun while we lose everything? Our house, our money, and that publishing house—the very source of our luxury?” Chiara whined in annoyance, her voice thick with a growing, venomous anger toward Rosa.
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