Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
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“But I’ll prove it. You don’t have to forgive me all at once. Just… let me start.”
She swallowed, eyes glossy, and I could see the flicker of hope there, “I want that too,” she whispered, barely audible.
“Good,” I said, “Because this time… nobody will touch what we have again.”
She leaned in, resting her head against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her like I’d never let go.
“Did you hear about her?” Valeria asked, dark amusement curling her lips, “Isabella Capone… she’s dead.”