His Florist

His Florist

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Fiction
Romance
Billionaires and CEOs
Mafia
Slow Burn
Xiomara Castillo is a florist living a simple life, surrounded by flowers and loyal customers. The last thing she needs is a charming stranger who shows up almost every day buying flowers and asking her out. Amerigo Rivera is patient, persistent, and hiding a dangerous secret-he's the heir to New York City's most powerful crime family. Xiomara has no idea who he really is. Amerigo knows exactly who she is. And he's not planning on walking away.
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They were close. Not inappropriate. Not scandalous. Just... close. And Seraphina noticed. She didn't knock on Dominic's office door. She hadn't in years. She was halfway inside when she stopped, seeing her husband standing with Natalia, his assistant. Dominic had his jacket off, his sleeves pushed back. Natalia stood close, laughing with him in a way that felt nothing like their usual professional conversations. Then her hand rose to his collar. Her fingers lingered, and Dominic didn't step away. "You don't have to pretend with me," Natalia said softly. Pretend. Seraphina felt something inside her give way. "I know," Dominic answered. That was all it took. Natalia moved closer, and Dominic's hand settled on her waist. He didn't stop her. Their lips met in a slow, certain kiss. But the kiss wasn't what broke Seraphina. It was the moment before it, when Dominic could have stepped back and chose not to. His hand had tightened around Natalia's waist, as though letting her go had never crossed his mind. He pulled away only when he saw Seraphina standing silently in the doorway. The color drained from his face. But it was already too late. Seraphina didn't scream or demand an explanation. She simply turned and walked away from the office and from the marriage she had believed was safe. Dominic reached the hallway too late. She was already gone, and for the first time in seven years, he had no idea how to fix what he had broken.

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