The Mafia's Little Obsession
Nicholas’s arm snaked around my waist as we posed for photos.
“Who’s this gorgeous lady?” one reporter asked.
Nicholas pulled me closer, his voice smooth and confident. “This is Elena De Luca. My lovely wife.”
I forced a smile as the reporter gushed, “How did the renowned serious businessman get captured by such beauty?”
Nicholas smiled, a real, genuine smile that caught me off guard. “I’d love to tell you, but we have an event to attend.”
Inside, the grand hall was dazzling, filled with the city’s elite. Nicholas led me around, introducing me to faces I barely remembered. When we finally reached our table, I pulled out my phone and texted Drew.
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