The Jilted Bride's Secret Mafia King

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 780 | Released on: 01/04/2026

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looking down at the dangero

o the massive man beside us. Hector Vargas stepped forward, r

ice a low, absolute rumble that f

g crash fading into bone-deep exhaustio

ldly. A *Don's Command*, ev

gunpowder-enveloped me. I didn't know he was secretly engaging his core muscles to keep us from crashing to the pavement; I only felt his overwhelming weight. He let out a harsh, frust

ng us into the suffocating

no stated, his gaze fixed on the passing streetlights. "Lorenzo Moretti has frozen my acc

eight of his stare, searching for

reen for a second, then powered it off completely, severing t

te the chaos inside me. "And I just got a promotion

is storm-gray eyes. He didn't say a word, b

d. It was a fortress of shadows. Inside the hallway, the furnitur

st room," Damiano ordered, his t

lipped out befor

ed. "I require privac

bed. I'll sleep on the sofa in the anteroom of your suite. But I am no

and took the handles from a visibly shocked Hector. I pushed Damiano toward the small

ian

running in the master ba

hest, masking any noise. Then, I placed my hands

e stiffness of playing a paralyzed man all day. I walked silently across the dark wood floors, mo

No *Soldiers* from my

e was supposed to be a *shield*, a pathetic, broken collateral damage th

he had hauled my dead weight into the car, offered her meager salary to a ma

eel something I hadn't felt in five years-the reckless, suicidal urge t

hest conditions this house could offer. I needed to know if this *Mafia Queen* i

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“Standing at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral, I waited to marry my wealthy fiancé in front of three hundred of New York's elite. But right before the vows, my phone vibrated in my bouquet. It was a text from my groom: he was backing out because my maid of honor-my supposed best friend-was pregnant with his child. Before the shock of this double betrayal could even settle, his mother dug her manicured claws into my arm and publicly humiliated me. "A woman who can't even attract her own man, how is she worthy of the Doyle name?" She mocked my background, calling me a worthless orphan who only knew how to draw blueprints, turning my broken heart into a public execution of my dignity. The terrified girl inside me vanished, replaced by a dark, burning rage. I didn't understand why I had to let this arrogant family step all over me while they played the innocent victims. I yanked my arm free, tore off my expensive lace veil, and walked straight to the podium to grab the microphone. "The wedding is canceled. The groom is currently busy with my maid of honor." I walked out of the church, leaving them in absolute shock. But as I stumbled onto the street, I fell right into the arms of Damiano Moretti-the exiled, dangerous mafia boss known as the Ghost, who sat in a custom wheelchair. Looking into his cold, storm-gray eyes, I made a reckless, desperate deal. "Marry me."”