Massimo carbone
Massimo Carbone was twenty-eight, and the world belonged to him. Governments feared him, billionaires obeyed him, and his enemies learned too late that crossing the Carbone empire was a death sentence. He owned ports, banks, private armies, and corporations scattered across continents. His name alone could silence a room. But none of his power could control the woman he had married four years earlier. She had been nineteen when she became his wife, and now, at twenty-three, she was the mother of his daughter and four months pregnant with their second child. She was beautiful, with long black …
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Massimo Carbone was twenty-eight, and the world belonged to him. Governments feared him, billionaires obeyed him, and his enemies learned too late that crossing the Carbone empire was a death sentence. He owned ports, banks, private armies, and corporations scattered across continents. His name alone could silence a room. But none of his power could control the woman he had married four years earlier. She had been nineteen when she became his wife, and now, at twenty-three, she was the mother of his daughter and four months pregnant with their second child. She was beautiful, with long black hair, sharp high cheekbones, and a soft, unmistakable bump beneath her elegant dresses. She was gentle when she wanted to be, vicious when provoked, and far too proud to spend her life bowing to her h…