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Fear gripped me as I instinctively protected my belly and said, "Trent is the father!" "Lies! Trent had a vasectomy a long time ago so he wouldn't pass on his Superman syndrome!" Lucy shouted. "You're trying to have him pass on the Bradford Group to your child, aren't you? Too bad! He already told me he was going to let my son take over!" It was true that Trent didn't want to have kids because I disliked his Superman syndrome, and he didn't want our children to inherit it. But that all changed after he failed to win my love. He had the reverse surgery and then I became pregnant, baby-trapping me in a marriage I never wanted.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

I warned her through gritted teeth. Leticia raised her hands in mock surrender. "Okay. I'll just wait and see what Akira does." Leticia walked off into the crowd. Akira wasn't my girlfriend. I didn't date. Men don't need girlfriends. They need wives. And it shouldn't be someone you love. Real men don't fall in love because as soon as you fall in love, you have a weakness. A target. "Boss," Carlo cleared his throat. "You have a call from...Akira..."

“So? Is there some rule that says female Postal Inspectors can’t be married? I’d like to prosecute that case,” “Not officially. But as soon as she gets pregnant, she’ll want to stay home and take care of the kids. That’s the way it is,” Alex cut a large piece of steak and chopped on it furiously. “In what century?” Rachel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Rachel, it doesn’t matter what century. The man makes the money, the woman spends it,” Alex took another swallow of his drink. “And takes care of the family,” “Alex, I hope that’s the liquor talking and not how you really feel,” Rachel instinctively backed away from him.