Imprisoned in a Potato Hut: My Son Drove the Crime Lord Mad
Don Moretti trusted his childhood sweetheart wrongly and left me to rot in a drafty hut. I secretly bore his son and endured three freezing winters relying on potatoes. As my son’s fever worsened, I broke into the manor. The boy’s Daddy shattered the don’s mask and laid bare every conspiracy.
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