THE MAFIA BOSS WAS SURROUNDED BY DOCTORS AS HE DIED—UNTIL AN 8-YEAR-OLD MAID’S DAUGHTER CHECKED UNDER HIS PILLOW AND EXPOSED WHAT HIS FIANCÉE HAD BEEN HIDING THERE NIGHT AFTER NIGHT

the version of himself who had chosen her.

A man so hollow that he mistook ambition for devotion.

Vanessa finally spoke, her voice low.

“You were dying anyway.”

Paul drew in a sharp breath.

Marco stepped forward.

Vincent lifted a hand, stopping him.

Vanessa’s eyes glistened now, but not with regret.

With anger.

“You were weak. You could barely stand. Your men continue reading …