He Was Doomed to Die Until I Married Him

Chapter 3 Puttana

Word Count: 567 | Released on: 31/03/2026

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mpness of my family's estate. I held a swatch of navy blue cashmere against Luca's small shoulders. He l

ories. I knew exactly what had transpired last night in the stuffy, over-decorated living room of

gleefully suggested using Luca as a hostage to keep me obedient. And Leo? He had sat there, indifferent to my existence, caring only about claiming my father's Brooklyn docks to

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bridge in Brooklyn, the Gallos were throwing a lavish party at their Social Club. They had gathered their S

wo small boxes. For Leo, a Bible and silver cutlery engraved with the words *Loyalty* and *Humility*. For Angelica, a heavy antique book

lently chimed as the heavy glass door was shoved open. The r

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quiet of the shop. I turned slowl

ushed with a manic, humiliated rage. Angelica Russo hovered just behin

ix-year-old brother stepped forward, spreading his small arms wi

between us in three long strides, his hand shooting ou

t bordered on madness. "You think you're clever? You think you can spread your

the eyes of the man who had once planned to destroy my fam

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He Was Doomed to Die Until I Married Him

L. FITZGERALD Mafia

“Ten days before our scheduled wedding, my fiancé, Capo Leo Gallo, came to my family's estate in the pouring rain. He didn't come to comfort me over my parents' recent deaths. He came to tell me that his mistress, Angelica, would remain by his side and hold the real power in our home. I was to be his wife in name only. He wanted to publicly humiliate me and steal my family's Brooklyn docks. In my past life, I didn't realize Leo and his family had actually orchestrated the brutal ambush that left my parents dead in a pool of blood. I endured his insults, only to be locked away in a gilded cage while they used my six-year-old brother, Luca, as a hostage. They drained my mother's trust fund, elevated his mistress to rule my home, and eventually sent my little brother and me to our miserable graves. They thought I was just a powerless orphan they could easily crush. They thought I didn't know the absolute truth behind the massacre that ruined my family and crippled the Don's eldest son, Damien Moretti. Opening my eyes again, I was back in the cold drizzle, listening to his arrogant demands. "As you wish, Leo," I said, burying my burning need for vendetta beneath a mask of hollow defeat. The moment he left to celebrate his victory, I turned to my loyal maid. "Send a message to the Mafia Queen. Tell her I am breaking my engagement to Leo. I wish to marry her crippled son, Damien, instead."”