My Husband Planned My Murder — So I Faked My Death and Became a Billionaire

Mafia Romance14 chaptersCompleted

Two pink lines. I smiled. My husband's voice behind the door killed it. "She means nothing. Just a convenient stand-in until you returned." I froze outside his study, pregnancy test still warm in my trembling hand. "Vivian, my love," Cassian continued, his voice dripping with tenderness I'd never heard directed at me. "Neve was useful. A placeholder wife while you were in hiding. Nothing more." My knees buckled. I grabbed the doorframe. Vivian's laugh was silk and poison. "And the baby rumors? Your men say she might be pregnant." "Then I'll handle it." His tone went cold. Clinical. "Accidents happen. She's fragile—everyone knows that. A fall down the stairs, perhaps. Tragic, but conve

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