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You Chose Her, Now Watch Me Leave

You Chose Her, Now Watch Me Leave

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1263    |    Released on: Today at 16:58

arried to the most fear

room for one woman: my fragile,

to protect her, even forgetting my deadly

a hostage exchange with a rogue

head and demanded a one-for-one trade.

on didn't hesitate

ssio commanded, his voice

my young son scre

ess mobsters and dragged onto

ping his warm coat around Siena's shivering s

solute worthlessness. I was never a wife or a m

here I withered away in a cage, dying alone while Cassio

had met Si

ing, black ocean churning

had already prepared my n

out of the mobster's grip and steppe

chose to li

pte

Ross

I marked the fifth year of my anniversary with the most feared mafia Don in New York.

band just slaughtered an entire rival faction because they looked at your sist

le, still look. He had dismantled the Russian syndicate piece by

in custom Italian sui

lroom. Above, a constellation of crystal chandeliers cast a waveri

voice a low murmur against the chamber musi

hit on the South Side

made against Siena. My i

s on the silk of my dress. They wer

and the fragile civilian sister. They talked about how un

District to intervene?" the Consigliere a

tching my slightest gesture, an

he wants," I instru

with a fixed smile that made

at last empty. Cassio walked

ruises, and his starched white shirt

glass before turning his gaze to me. He ex

nded me of you," he claimed, his voice sm

lled the dozens of times he had invoked his

ed the exact

She is blood. I am pr

into my fingertips. The base of the tumbler clicked agains

a into the heavily guarded F

surprise in his eyes. He readily agre

tiled hallway. Leo, our young heir, ran into the

he said excitedly.

ed the syndicate-run hospital; Siena ha

p Leo without a

l," he announced. He looked

. "Go wit

by the door and instructed them to can

ot argue. He turned and walk

hut, and the silence in the p

state swimming pool, a rectangle of menacingly lit water in the

same pool in a fit of childish rage-all

tom. The near-drowning experience

where I stayed. A life where Cassio constantly shield

d away into a hollow s

hat past life. I remembered Cassio sta

whisper ha

had met Si

my face, pulling me

love. My heart was a dens

with a steady thumb, typed a singl

the fake death for fo

on the radio. He had looked at me then, really looked at me, and said, "You're the only peace I have, Tessa." The next morning, Siena called crying about a nightmare, and he rushed to her side without a word to me.

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You Chose Her, Now Watch Me Leave
You Chose Her, Now Watch Me Leave
“For five years, I was married to the most feared Mafia Don in New York. But my husband's heart only had room for one woman: my fragile, manipulative half-sister, Siena. He constantly used his absolute authority to protect her, even forgetting my deadly genetic allergy just to cater to her meals. The ultimate betrayal came during a hostage exchange with a rogue faction at the freezing East Docks. The kidnapper pressed a gun to Siena's head and demanded a one-for-one trade. The Mafia Queen for the sweet civilian. My husband and my son didn't hesitate for a single second. "Walk forward, Tessa," Cassio commanded, his voice devoid of any hesitation. "Go save my aunt!" my young son screamed from the car. I was shoved toward the ruthless mobsters and dragged onto their idling smuggling boat. When I looked back, Cassio was hurriedly wrapping his warm coat around Siena's shivering shoulders. He didn't look at me. Not even once. In that freezing rain, I finally realized my absolute worthlessness. I was never a wife or a mother; I was just a disposable bargaining chip. Memories of a past life suddenly flooded my mind-a life where I withered away in a cage, dying alone while Cassio stood over my hospital bed and whispered his final words. "I wish I had met Siena first." I looked down at the freezing, black ocean churning below the edge of the boat. An underground extractor had already prepared my new identity in Switzerland. With a sudden jerk, I ripped my arm out of the mobster's grip and stepped backward off the edge of the boat. This time, I chose to live for myself.”