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My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 07 The Red Hook reception had barely begun when the big screen behind the podium cut to black. The reception was Blackwood’s affair. After the East River docks stripped Moretti of transit rights, Blackwood had to stand before the old East Coast houses and put

My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 06 At one in the morning, someone printed black-and-white photographs of me onto memorial cards. Not online—that would have been merciful. The cards were delivered to the porters’ lodges of half a dozen old East Coast households, each with a single line beneath the image:

My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 05 The cemetery had gone dead silent. Dante’s face was a terrible, bloodless white. I turned and walked toward the gates. Dante took two steps after me—until Signora Moretti’s voice cut across the snow. “Dante. The family.” His steps stopped. He didn’t come after me.

My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 04 At noon, the Moretti family gathered for lunch. Sienna sat at Dante’s right hand—the seat that belonged to the wife. She slid into it the way someone slides into a chair they’ve taken a hundred times before. I was placed at the far end

My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 03 The next morning, a Moretti car pulled up outside the Blackwood estate. Dante walked in with a statement in his hand. He didn’t ask whether my fever had broken. He didn’t mention the ceremony he’d wrecked. He just set the paper down on the

My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 02 I’d barely hung up on my lawyer before Marco came after me. “Madam, the Don says the other families have arrived. You don’t have to go into the lake anymore. Please change your dress—the ceremony resumes in the chapel in ten minutes.” The gown

My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 01 My mafia husband, Dante, gave every last one of those three out-of-print Paris couture gowns to Sienna—then took a shred of scrap lace from the hem of her dress and made it into my wedding veil. All because, seven years ago, he’d decided I