The Mafia Don's Runaway Collateral Wife

Author: Qiang Weiwei

Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 670 | Released on: 09/04/2026

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eight of a massive body still cr

like a trapped bird. The stale, recycled air of the cabin slowly replaced the phantom scents t

display of power for a rival family. Instead, the storm killed the power, and a monster walked in. He was heavy, frantic, and violent-like a wounded be

gainst my ear in Italian, a painful, guttur

y instinct screamed it was the m

s, the gray, unforgiving skyline of New York City pierced the horizon

father's gambling sins. Damien hadn't even looked at me when he signed the papers. To the heir of the Moretti empire, I wasn't a

night at

ed me. Damien's grandfather didn't care about the truth. To him, my commoner blood was a stain on their royal mafia lineage. He branded me a tra

een flat for years. They threw me away, not knowing

dark eyes-so terrifyingly familiar-studying me with a calm calculation that didn't belong on a five-year-old'

whispered, forcing

the empty seat in front of him, his jaw set in a fierce pout. And tucked against my s

iplets. They were the only light that

rce papers. I needed Damien's signature to finalize the severance. Without it, I couldn't g

res hitting the John F. Kennedy International Airpo

ck in his territory. I just needed to get through customs, force the devil to sign away his

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“Six years ago, I was given to New York's most ruthless mafia Don as collateral to pay off my father's gambling debt. After one terrifying, pitch-black night with him, his grandfather framed me for treason and threw me out onto the freezing streets. They threw me away, not knowing I was pregnant with his triplets. Now, I only came back to his city to get his signature on our divorce papers so my children and I could disappear to Europe. But his men ambushed us at the airport and dragged us to his underground interrogation room. Damien threw a DNA consent form on the steel desk, staring at my fierce five-year-old son with dark reverence. "Sign the paper. Or I will personally forge him into the sharpest weapon this family has ever seen." I was trembling with absolute terror. He believed the lies that I had sold his family's secrets and abandoned his firstborn heir for money. I didn't understand why this monster wouldn't just let me go, but I couldn't let him drag my innocent babies into his violent hell. Just as I tearfully picked up the pen to surrender, the room plunged into darkness, and a digital threat hijacked his monitors. My other five-year-old son had hacked the Don's network, starting a 60-second countdown to wipe out all his billions. Damien was forced to yield, but when the steel doors opened, his severely traumatized, silent six-year-old heir walked in-and immediately curled into my arms. Damien stared at us in shock, then slowly tore my divorce papers into pieces. "The deal is off."”