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Shattered Loyalty, A New Beginning Blooms

Author: Emma

Chapter 1

Word Count: 878 | Released on: 22/04/2026

d his burner phone. A text from 'Little Trouble' read: 'I miss your hands on

ed him and believed he was my hero. But seeing his mistress in our shee

this world. But I wasn't crying; I was cold, fueled b

ed a decade ago but never dared to call. When Lore

I want an alliance

pte

Fazio crime family when I unlocked his burner phone and

ight in the darkness of ou

fell in a rhythm that used to comfort me. Now

at the devic

s saved as 'Li

nds on me. She is just a statue, Dante.

d was a

d. They were the Egyptian cotton sheets from Dante's p

ot break. It s

I was Elena Vitiello. I was raised to be seen and not heard, to be t

ught he was the hero who pulled me from the burni

in a way that made women stupid. He had the j

ilk of my nightgown felt

e door. I did not cry. Tears were for wo

b and pulled my own encrypted phon

ey shook from the adrenaline of light

memorized a decade ago

ang

gravel grinding against bone. It

dei Capi of the rival family. Th

g is off,"

ld hear the faint sound of a lighter flic

d like a prayer and a curse comi

voice was steady now. "He has a c

ntence. Dante hadn't just cheated. He had mocked me to a mistress.

aid. "I want an a

ow the price, Elena. If you come to me, there is no going back. I will burn the Fazi

the mirror. I looked pale. Fr

I said. "I

y. I will be in New York in thre

't," I

you, I will cut

ne wen

time in eight years, I didn't feel

. Dante shifted in his sleep,

back on the nightstand,

de him. I stare

up the custom engagement ring. It wa

just a piece of gla

Chapter End

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Emma Mafia

“I was three days away from marrying the Underboss of the Fazio crime family when I unlocked his burner phone. The screen glowed toxic bright in the dark next to my sleeping fiancé. A message from a contact saved as 'Little Trouble' read: "She is just a statue, Dante. Come back to bed." Attached was a photo of a woman lying in the sheets of his private office, wearing his shirt. My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. For eight years, I believed Dante was the hero who pulled me from a burning opera house. I played the perfect, loyal Mafia Princess for him. But heroes don't give their mistresses rare pink diamonds while giving their fiancées cubic zirconia replicas. He didn't just cheat. He humiliated me. He defended his mistress over his own soldiers in public. He even abandoned me on the side of the road on my birthday because she faked a pregnancy emergency. He thought I was weak. He thought I would accept the fake ring and the disrespect because I was just a political pawn. He was wrong. I didn't cry. Tears are for women who have options. I had a strategy. I walked into the bathroom and dialed a number I hadn't dared to call in a decade. "Speak," a voice like gravel growled on the other end. Lorenzo Moretti. The Capo of the rival family. The man my father called the Devil. "The wedding is off," I whispered, staring at my reflection. "I want an alliance with you, Enzo. And I want the Fazio family burned to the ground."”