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A decade later, determined to uncover the truth behind the Flynn Group's collapse and retrieve the Wheel of Fortune diamond necklace, Laurence attended an auction. There, he encountered Yvette Smith, shockingly being sold as a lot. Struck by her helplessness, Laurence saved her and arranged her return home, hoping she could start a normal life. Back home, Yvette couldn't ignore her unanswered questions. Determined to find the truth, she followed every lead, crossing paths with Laurence, who had also returned on a mission. Her search put her in constant danger, but Laurence repeatedly came to her rescue. As they faced challenges together, their bond grew, blossoming into romance. Just as they uncovered critical evidence, the villains struck, kidnapping Yvette and setting the stage for a final confrontation that would test their love and resolve. What might happen next?

A decade later, determined to uncover the truth behind the Flynn Group's collapse and retrieve the Wheel of Fortune diamond necklace, Laurence attended an auction. There, he encountered Yvette Smith, shockingly being sold as a lot. Struck by her helplessness, Laurence saved her and arranged her return home, hoping she could start a normal life. Back home, Yvette couldn't ignore her unanswered questions. Determined to find the truth, she followed every lead, crossing paths with Laurence, who had also returned on a mission. Her search put her in constant danger, but Laurence repeatedly came to her rescue. As they faced challenges together, their bond grew, blossoming into romance. Just as they uncovered critical evidence, the villains struck, kidnapping Yvette and setting the stage for a final confrontation that would test their love and resolve. What might happen next?

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.