MAFIA BRIDE
“You may not be my wife, but you're carrying my child and that makes everything you do my bloody business.”
“Spare me your noble care, Luca,” Isabella shot back. Her chest was rising and falling with fury now. “Are you under the impression that you have any control over me? I am not a prisoner, and I owe you no explanation about where I go, what I do, and who I talk to.”
“You don't owe me any explanation?” He barked furiously, stepping closer to her. “You disappeared for two years, changed your name, abandoned your past…and now you're doing what? Linking up with old flames and drinking yourself silly while you're pregnant with my child?”
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