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The Unwanted Fiancée Is A Legend

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 600    |    Released on: 05/01/2026

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with a bang, but with

Valenti

days since Dante

planted before she died. It was the only sanctuary on the Moretti estate

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st any

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racted. Sorry @SeraphinaV, but I need a woma

the betrothal

the world to know he had discarded the "bo

screen, waitin

didn'

strange lightness

or had just

rything. I had hidden my racing licen

ts, wearing a full-face helmet and oversized leathers so

rubber and gasoline, scrubbing my skin raw

to honor my m

e paid to a man who

the main house wi

he room I was never allowed to

. I had very little

irpin, a piece of silver filigree given to me by the Don when the contract was s

hem in a v

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y chains, little bird

the message. It was cr

in the greenhouse, seen the relie

the thread, but the word

ss. I put on black trousers a

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er would scream. They

life, the silence in my head

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The Unwanted Fiancée Is A Legend
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“For three years, I played the role of the submissive, boring fiancée to pay off a blood debt. My mother gave her kidney to save the Moretti Matriarch, and in return, I was promised to Dante, the heir. A life for a life. I cleaned his estate and wore his ring while he treated me like furniture. But my silence only bought me humiliation. Dante didn't just cheat; he brought his mistress, Roxy, into our home for dinner. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" on a recording and then broke our engagement via an Instagram post, tagging me to ensure the entire underworld saw my shame. When I went to return the family crest, they wanted a show. Roxy mocked me in front of Dante's soldiers, snatched my mother's antique jade pendant-the only thing I had left of her-and shattered it on the dirty club floor. Dante laughed, thinking I was helpless. They thought I was a hothouse flower who would faint at the smell of exhaust. They didn't know the "boring" girl had a racing license hidden under the floorboards. They didn't know I was "Ghost," the legendary underground racer they all bet on. Roxy handed me a spectator ticket to the Death Race, telling me to watch how the big boys play. I took the ticket, but I didn't go to the stands. I walked to the starting line, put on my helmet, and decimated the track record. When I took off that helmet in the winner's circle, Dante's face went pale. And when Lorenzo Falcone, the most dangerous man in the city, stepped out of the shadows to wipe the blood from my hand and claim me as his own, Dante realized the truth. He hadn't just lost a fiancée. He had signed his own death warrant.”
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