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“Bianca has been kidnapped. I have to save her.”My mafia husband abandoned me on our honeymoon.An hour later, His first love posted a photo on Facebook.She and my husband were enjoying the aurora borealis together.This was originally part of my honeymoon plans with Dante.I was just left like that.Even more desperate, an avalanche struck.Hanging by a thread, I called him with my last hope.He said, “Bianca needs me now, stop messing around.”Then he hung up.I almost died, and he knew nothing about it.When I woke up, I left only divorce papers and disappeared completely.……The hotel had the heat turned up high, but I still zipped my jacket all the way to my chin.Beneath it, the sheer black lace clung intimately to my skin.For three years, I was Dante Moretti, the most powerful mafia dons on the East Coast's wife.And this was the first trip we had ever taken alone.The bathroom door opened.Dante stepped into the room, dark hair damp, a towel slung low enough around his hips to show the hard, flawless lines of his body.Even after three years of marriage, the sight of him could still bring every thought in my head to a sudden halt."Come here, let me..." I reached for another towel."Don't."Before I could touch him again, he took the towel from me.I drew my hand back and forced my voice to sound light."You're ready. We can leave whenever you want. The trail to the glacier starts right outside the hotel. The guide said there is a ninety percent chance of seeing the northern lights tonight. If we miss them, we may have to wait years.""Mm."Cold. Flat. Familiar.But he had agreed to this trip. That had to mean something.Maybe beneath the aurora, he would look at me as his wife, not as the Marino daughter whose name had purchased an alliance for his family.Maybe he would press me against the door and touch me because he wanted to, not because the old men in both families expected the marriage to be consummated in every possible way.Then his encrypted phone rang."Bianca was kidnapped?"His voice dropped at once into the tone that made armed men lower their heads and obey."Rinaldi's people did this? Lock down every road. I'm coming now."He pulled on a shirt and fastened his shoulder holster.I watched him move, numb.Bianca again.Always her.I had lost count of how many times she had interrupted the rare moments when Dante and I might have been alone.When I realized he was already heading for the door, I came back to myself, snatched the snow goggles from the console, and hurried after him."Dante, wait...""Elena."He snapped my name as if I were only another obstacle between him and Bianca Rizzo.I held the goggles out anyway.He knocked my hand aside too fast, too hard.I stumbled back into the storage cabinet.The goggles hit the floor with a sharp crack."Bianca may be in danger." His green eyes were hard. "You are my wife. You know what this life requires. Don't stand here pretending to be jealous when one of ours is missing."The words struck me like a slap.He had ......

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The Don's Forgotten Wife