Pampered By The Cruel Mafia Boss

r trench coat crusted with dried mud. Raw, bleeding welts throbbed across her wrists an

self before pushing open the double

oned warehouse was the thought of coming home to her husb

glasses, and the dazzling glare of a cr

eyes. Looking through the crowd of Boston so

a massive silver banner that r

ght she could barely breathe, her fingers curling i

e Ingram Corporation. Dressed in a bespoke three-piece suit, he was

touch with a bright, shy smile. She was wearing the custom couture gown

al guests turned, eyeing Everlee's muddy

ses, his gray-blue eyes showed no concern at all, only

stopped in front of her, lower

. Look at what you're wearing, Everlee. Tonight is Ayla's birthd

allowed sandpaper. She raised her scratc

ding anniversary. You told me to

the hem of the stolen couture gown. She looped her arm t

't be mad at Jamison." Ayla bit her lip, her

ed cheering up. Jamison was so worried about me that he used the caterin

the sparkling fabric at her waist before

this one straight out of your closet for me. You've always been so generous, Everle

nt glint in Ayla's eyes to the m

as barely a whisper. "Jamison, do you have

as he wrapped a protectiv

ee, and an anniversary happens ever

ays have to be so petty and dramatic? Can't you just act like a supportive w

ef to her chest and let out a weak c

have worn it. I can go take it off ri

snapped, glaring down at his wife. "She's

anished, leaving her completely numb inside. She parted her lips to tell him a

e? Jamison, you ask too much f

hampagne flute in hand, looking down her nose at Everle

to storm in here and ruin Ayla's big night," Beatrice sne

ten years ago, and you brou

If you can't hold your husband's attention, at least have the dece

led through the s

ng out as if to hold Beatrice's arm

ee looks really pale... Did you trip and fal

apologize to Jamison, wish me a happy birthday, a

Everlee as a bitter shrew whil

aiting to see if he would sa

bbed the bridge of

f," Jamison said, his tone final. "Apologize to Ayla for ruining t

lee's bruised shoulder, try

ma

ad left in her. The sharp sound echoed across the f

k, staring at the red mark on th

ch me," Ev

l. She stood tall, he

into Jamison's chest as tears

ying to smooth things over for you? I knew you hated me! I'll tell al

glared at Everlee with blazing fury. "Ayla doesn't need to walk on

clinging to each other, a cold, mo

d gaze sweeping right over Jamison's livid face. "In fact, you can keep t

aking a furious step forward, only to be held back by

gnoring the stabbing pain in her sprained ankle, she tur

the pristine Persian rug as she walked d

ak door and turned the deadbolt, lock

eld their wedding photo had been knocked over, its glass cracked, buried

shed a si

ightstand, she picked up the

up at Jamison with blind devotion, then opened the metal t

d at the bottom wi

ly dead and buried. Without hesitation, she headed straight into the walk-in