My Don Sent Me to Prison for His Favorite—So I Disappeared

After Lisandra Carrow beat a maid so badly that she was left permanently disabled, she was charged with aggravated assault. Jericho Westmore brought his palm down hard on the desk, then closed his eyes as if the choice weighed on him. “Ariadne, Lisandra saved my life three years ago. The crash left her with the mind of a five-year-old. She wouldn’t last a day in prison. They’d tear her apart in there.” The consigliere barely reacted. He simply slid a confession and plea deal across the desk—both already drawn up in my name. Jericho said he had paid off everyone who mattered. I would spend one week in county lockup, just long enough to make the whole thing look legitimate. Swallowing the grief of knowing I would never carry another child, I took his hand and played the dutiful wife one last time. “It’s all right. I’m Mrs. Westmore. Taking the fall for the family comes with the name.” But as I turned to leave, I overheard him on the phone with a reporter. “Feed the story to every paper and station in New York. Say Ariadne got pregnant by another man and had an abortion to cover up the affair. And don’t let my mother bury it.” The reporter hesitated. “Don Jericho, Mrs. Westmore just…

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