Stolen Wife
Carina Blake
Table of Contents
Title Page
Stolen Wife
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Epilogue
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Epilogue
I’ll do whatever it takes to get her in my arms—even kill my brother.
I’ll do everything in my power to destroy all who come between us.
The second I held the wedding photo of Giada with my brother, my revenge became tainted with possessiveness so profound that I grew colder. Calculating. Obsessed.
I’ll do anything to get my desire. To taste her.
Giada is mine, and it doesn’t matter the how or why, because she just is. I'll play her name in my head—my siren’s song—as I remove her from my brother’s grasp and take her for my own.
One by one, I’ll get my revenge on those who sent me away while claiming what was never theirs.
Chapter One
Santino
I grip the folder tightly in my hands, breathing in the fresh ink on the papers that my lawyer sent me.
Tomorrow, I’ll be a free man.
I’ve waited two fucking years to get back to my life outside of this cell. Seven hundred and thirty-four days, to be exact, for a murder I didn’t commit. I used those two years wisely, though. When I seek out my revenge, every single person who had a hand in my incarceration will pay with their lives.
The son of a bitch who actually confessed to the murder they convicted me of worked for the Avanti crime family. Luckily, he made his dying declaration two weeks ago before finding his way outside of a twenty-story building, taking the quickest way down.
The judge who banged that motherfucking gavel down on my life had to backpedal and let me out based on the new information my lawyer sent him. It’s taken a long time due to the bureaucratic red tape to get to this day, and it feels like an eternity.
They knew they never really had a case against me, but they would have done anything to bring down the Marchetti crime family, even if it meant getting to someone in the family. I was convicted on flimsy evidence, planted there by none other than someone in the Marchetti family. What the stupid prosecutors couldn’t or wouldn’t understand was that I had no interest in helping the family at all. Blood or not, I want nothing to do with those bastards especially after they set me up so easily.
Every dollar I’ve ever earned has been clean from day one. I worked my whole life to get away from the family business, and now it has swallowed me up and spit me out.
I sit on my thin, worn-out mattress inside my cell to look over the documents. For two years, my team has been out finding evidence to free me and dirt on those who might have put me in here. The packet has more evidence that will get me my company back without a fight and a little something extra to sweeten the deal against any opposition.
According to several of the informants my lawyer wrangled up, my accident at seventeen that forced me off the football team hadn’t been an accident at all. My brother had orchestrated the entire thing.
The more I learn about my little brother, the more I know he had something to do with my current situation. Not that I didn’t think that from the start. In fact, I knew the evidence had to come from someone on the inside.
When I’d been arrested, it took Rafael two days to visit me with the promise to get me out. I could see through him like a brand-new picture window. The motherfucker has had it out for me since he was able to walk.
As I flip through the file, I come across two sealed envelopes. I open the first one, and it’s my DNA test that they used against me in court with another report attached. Since I was a boy, I’ve been treated differently, and now I know why. I read the letter attached to the file—I wasn’t a Marchetti at all.
I hated to think that my mom could cheat on my father, but he deserved it more than she knew. His resentment toward me finally makes sense. He used to do everything in his power to torment me as a child. I never let it get me down because I always had my mother’s love. Her soothing words and soft voice eased the abuse and neglect from my father.
My brother Rafael and I never got along because our father groomed him
