The Jilted Bride's Secret Mafia King

Chapter 6 6

Word Count: 624 | Released on: 01/04/2026

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e man I had married. I stood by the stainless-steel island, staring blindly into my black coffee. My palms still ti

er; he was a Soldier, moving with the lethal, measured grace of a predator.

y blank. "An old injury flared up. I am afraid I ca

chair announced Damiano. He rolled into the sterile room,

ice was a freezing, absolute c

ht a defiant glint in his eye. "I cannot safely bear your weight

as the agonizing pride of a man forced to expose his weakness, stripped of his d

p," I offe

apped toward me.

back, sealing the trap. "I

ated murder-a silent promise of violence. But

ack obsidian marble, thick with suffocating steam. Damiano sat in the massive freestanding tub, the water l

hard to breathe. I began to wash his broad shoulders. Every time the sponge grazed

rying to soothe what I thou

omen, reaching for the water line where t

ushed the expanse of his

er. He clamped his fingers around my wrist with bone-crushing force. With his free hand, he violently struck th

uch me!" h

cked snarl of a cornered beast. His eyes we

e fuck out of my

hest. He wasn't just proud. He was utterly, physically disgusted by me.

d backward, slipping on the wet marble. I didn't wait for him to yell again. I turned and fled th

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The Jilted Bride's Secret Mafia King

Benjamen Ernst Mafia

“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."”