The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride
“Just picture it: you and me, dancing at prom, everyone staring at us because we look so good together.”
Tiffany rolled her eyes, but the image lingered in her mind, uninvited. She shook her head, trying to dispel it. “That’s not going to happen. I’m not going to fall for your charm just because you think you’re some kind of prince.”
“I don’t think I am a prince. Far from it,” he shot back, his tone challenging. He leaned forward, his expression turning serious. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t win my princess.”
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