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

that finding you felt like a dream I couldn’t afford anymore.”

He nodded slowly.

“I can’t give back eight years.”

“No,” she said. “You can’t.”

“But I can give her every year I have left. If you allow it. Not as a demand. Not because of money. Not because of my name.”

Elena lowered her hands.

He looked weaker than she had ever seen him.

Not physically.

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