The Dark Angel Of Merciless Deaths
I snapped, wrenching myself away from her touch.
Her gaze held a sense of wistful understanding, as if she knew the battles I was fighting within myself. In a frenzy, I shook my head, a cascade of emotions swirling within me. I stood up abruptly, my heart heavy with the knowledge that her influence, her pleas, would ultimately amount to nothing. She, too, was ensnared in my father's web, a puppet dancing to his tune. The confines of her role as his wife and the unwavering grip of the Bratva's power silenced her in matters that concerned him, and especially the family's affairs. She had even been deprived of the ability to give him a male heir, adding yet another layer to her subjugation.
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