The Mafia Don's Runaway Collateral Wife

Chapter 5

Word Count: 569 | Released on: 09/04/2026

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man stepped into the flickering fluorescent light. He wore a tailor

Damien's Under

a breathless sob of relief. "Cass! Thank God. Grab t

his cold, calculating gaze sweeping over my children like a searchlight. He was assessing them. C

m with my body as I held Chiara tight. I was a c

er to the earpiece in his right ear, listening for

voice devoid of any inflection. "

t felt like a noose tigh

end of the corridor. There it was, idling at the curb. A black Rolls Royce Pha

roat. The dark cell. The suffocating control. The violence. He

d-out window, knowing with absolute certainty that Damien

m my trembling lips, laced with a venom and

eached out, his massive hand aiming for

saw Aless

He just pulled a small, thick glass vial from his jacket pocket and h

he asphalt, right beneath th

y corrosive chemical eating through military-grade rubber echoed over the street

etal rims, jarring the entire vehicle. The impact triggered the car's securi

Pedestrians screamed,

ic facade cracking in sheer disbelief as

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my fingers digging like talons

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e plunged headfirst into the panicked, surging crowd of the terminal, sp

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The Mafia Don's Runaway Collateral Wife

Qiang Weiwei Mafia

“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."”