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An accident. My daughter died, and I fell into a coma. For three months, my husband never left my side. Everyone said he loved me to death. Until the day I pushed open the cracked door of the medical wing and heard the doctor's trembling voice: "Don Carlos, using your biological daughter's heart to save your first love... what if Madam finds out you orchestrated the explosion?" "Then clean up the mess. Destroy the evidence of the extraction on the corpse," Carlos cut him off coldly. "As long as Angelina lives, sacrificing one kid is nothing. I can always make Isabella give me another one." My daughter didn't die in a rival gang's attack. She was murdered by her own father, gutted so her heart could save his first love. The metallic taste of blood pooled in my mouth, but I swallowed it down. Carlos seemed to have forgotten. Before I became his docile wife, I was the most lethal, cold-blooded assassin in the European mafia.