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Isabella’s smile faded.
“Your life is gone, mia cara. Alessandro sent a team to clear your apartment. Your cat is in the East Wing kitchen eating imported salmon. You cannot go back.”
“You stole my life,” Elena cried.
The bedroom door slammed open.
Dante Corvino stepped in.
His gray eyes locked onto Elena’s tear-stained face. He wore a white dress shirt continue reading …
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