Her Mafia Husband's Secret Agenda
“And I see you keep your timing impeccable.”
He didn’t respond, only nodded slightly, his gaze scanning the terminal as if confirming that the city itself knew who they were. They moved together through the night, unspoken understanding guiding each step, the click of her heels on the polished floor almost a warning to anyone who dared observe.
It had been a year since they met — a year since he first came to Italy under the guise of business trips. In truth, each visit had been about her, about the plan they were constructing piece by piece, about the blood owed to the Moretti name. And in that year, he had become her ally and her lover, a dangerous combination she had learned to navigate w
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