My Husband Sold Me to the Don

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 606 | Released on: 03/03/2026

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y-four hours later, the air in the private booth of The Onyx Club was thick with the scent of

n Higgins, my husband and a mere Associate desperate to climb the ranks of the

o our bright future, mia bella (my beautiful)," he murmured, rea

gonizing memory of my daughter Josie's cold, lifeless body. I kept my eyes downcast, painting

a lowly street-level earner to a made man. I let him stroke my knuckles, cataloging every arrogant twitch of his jaw, every weakness I w

approached the grand, sweeping marble staircase of the club, the raucous laughter and c

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po. The massive crystal chandelier above cast harsh light on the brass railings, but shadows seemed to c

, stepping forward with a sickeningly e

n't even b

othing more than a stain on the plush red carpet. T

mint and gunpowder, overwhelmed my senses. Slowly, deliberately, he raised a large, calloused hand. His knuckles b

in front of my husband, he

ng of color as his last shred of mas

My driver will pick you up tomorrow night," he murmured, his

turned and continued up the marble stairs. Halfway up, he paused, glancing over his shou

reathing ragged with humiliated rage. The ride back to our house was going to be

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“My husband, Hudson Higgins, used my dowry to buy his way into the Chicago underworld while his family treated me like a servant in my own home. I endured their insults for the sake of my five-year-old daughter, Josie. But then, the unthinkable happened. I found Josie's small, lifeless body by the garden fountain, while my sister-in-law Karly and mother-in-law Eleanor stood by, complaining about their party plans. "She was just too naughty," Karly sneered, adjusting her pearls over my dead child. When I turned to Hudson for help, he looked at me with dead eyes and told me it was just her fate. In that moment of absolute grief, I remembered the words of the ruthless Don Damien Falcone: "Your husband is a man who knows how to close a deal." The truth sliced through me like a blade. Hudson hadn't just ignored the Don's interest in me; he had actively sold me to the Devil of Chicago to buy his seat at the table. He let his family punish me for the very sin he committed. I had lost everything-my dignity, my mother, and now my baby-all sacrificed for a man who traded his wife's body for power. The sorrow in my chest evaporated, replaced by a scorching, blinding thirst for a blood vendetta. After lunging at Hudson and feeling the world explode into white, I opened my eyes to find myself back in the winter of 1928. It was the exact night the nightmare began, and Don Damien Falcone was walking toward me in his penthouse. This time, I won't be the broken bird in his gilded cage. If Hudson wants to use me to climb the ranks, I will use the Don's dark obsession to burn the Higgins family to the ground.”