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The Mafia King's Runaway Ghost Bride

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 642    |    Released on: Today at 14:43

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e private Italian-American social club smelled of expensive cigars, roasted coffee beans, and the quiet, dangerous hum of power.

r table. His weathered face was heavy with genuine sympathy. "Antoni

ntly darkened, the perfect picture of a broken man. "Thank you, Dominic,"

the bridge of my nose. "Five years," I added, keeping

impossible euphoria of having my sister sleeping safely in her childhood bed. We played our parts flawlessly, but as Dominic nodded and walked away, a thoughtful,

er, the tight

he Chicago skyline, but the room felt like a crypt. Damien sat behind his massive ebony desk, the shadows clingi

is voice was a flat, emotionless drawl that sent ic

n the roo

his palm onto the desk, his face twisting in manufactured fury. "Who dares desecrate he

t bleed into my voice as cold, calculated rage. "We will mobilize

performance. But D

ng silence, I realized our fatal mistake. When he delivered the news, there had been a fraction of a second of pure, unadu

is paranoia was a living, breathing monster. I could see the twisted gears turning

quietness of his tone was far more terrifying than

n end. As the elevator doors slid shut, I caught sight of Damien's pe

irl; he was hunting for a stolen corpse he believed we were hiding. Every mov

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“I woke up freezing in a dark alley with no memory of the last five years, only to stumble back to my powerful mafia family. They wept and told me I had been murdered on my sixteenth birthday. But the real nightmare wasn't my death-it was the man who refused to let my corpse go. Damien Moretti, the ruthless Don of Chicago, went completely mad. He locked my lifeless body in a secret vault, dressing me in pristine silk and worshipping my ghost in the dark. My brothers had to risk their lives to steal my "body" back just to give me a proper burial. Now, he has discovered my tomb is empty, and his hounds are tearing the city apart to find the thieves. "If the Wraith finds out she is breathing, he will lock her in a gilded cage forever." My father's terrified warning rings in my ears. I am trapped in my own home, shivering as fragments of my coma return. I can still feel Damien's phantom kisses and hear his obsessive, necrophilic whispers in the pitch black. Tonight, he forced his way into our estate and stood in my bedroom, desecrating my clothes while I hid breathless in the closet. Tomorrow is the charity gala. My family is risking a mafia war to smuggle me out of the city, and I must escape before the dark king drags me back to my grave.”
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