Swapping Mafia Husbands
“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.”
I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life?
Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest.
The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean.
I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word.
“Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.”
A slight ripple passed through his eyes.
“Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”
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