My Sister’s Mafia Husband Begged When I Finally Left
After my sister's death, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, Horton Falcone.
I became the stepmother to my five-year-old nephew, Luca.
On my birthday, I wore my late sister's diamond cross necklace, not realizing what it was.
At the family dinner, Luca walked up to me with a glass of red wine and threw the wine in my face.
The red wine dripped down my cheeks, its sharp scent stinging my eyes and staining my white dress.
He tilted his head back to look up at me, his eyes as cold and cruel as his father's.
"Don't think you can replace my mom just because you married into the Falcone family," he said with a malicious grin. "You're the reason she's dead."
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