Pampered By The Cruel Mafia Boss

hem of her trench coat crusted with dried mud. Raw red rope burns throbbed across

cing heart and pushed open the heavy o

f a crystal champagne tower hit her instantly

froze. Hangings across the main stage was a massiv

invisible fist had reached into her chest and squeezed her heart until her lungs lo

re heir to the Ingram Corporation. Dressed in a bespoke three-piece suit,

ison like a proud swan. She was wearing the limited-edition couture

eral guests turned, eyeing Everlee's mudd

lasses, his gray-blue eyes held zero concern-o

stopped in front of her, lower

is Ayla's birthday party. Look at what

aper. She raised her scratched arm

is our fifth wed

ng the hem of the stolen gown. She looped her arm thr

ealth has been so poor lately, so he gave

lips and let out a weak cough, though her eyes darted

ed his arm around Ayla's

't handle stress. Do you really

caping a kidnapper's blade earlier tonight vanished, replaced

the warehouse, but a sharp, arrogant

the Ingram name

, approached with a champagne flute in

keep your husband's attention. Showing up looking like

g circle of old-money elites. Every laugh f

fend her. Instead, he rubbed th

m and change. Stop making

blood filled her mouth. Looking at this family of Bo

hove her shoulder toward the hallway, she slapped his

t tou

as raspy an

as she shrank into Jamison's suit

I'll tell the guests

a doesn't need to walk

ind him, glaring at his

er glance. Straightening her spine, she drag

as she walked past the towering champagne glasses

eir wedding photo usually sat. The frame was gone, bur

d the heavy oak door shut, lockin

around her knees, she let the violent tremors rack her body, while her ambe