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You Chose Her, Now Watch Me Leave

Chapter 5

Word Count: 835 | Released on: Today at 16:58

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city apart to move me. I woke to the scent of starched

low, indirect light

rivate hospi

a chair pulled flush

gripping mine with

arp, aristocratic jawline, the dark

opened in my ches

ed my hand awa

est moveme

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a palm over my forehea

ed from

pine hard agai

midair before fallin

sperate rush as he attempted to jus

condition as if it excus

men back up the ridge for me,

d been out of hi

face a blank mask, d

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focating guilt, the ruthle

cate operations to his

my bandages with an unch

me to the waiting armored car and

yed the part of the pe

and sat in the living roo

o sat on the edge of my bed,

ish birthday gala for Sie

reasoned, and show the restless syndicat

eed, without a sec

grand ballroom of the F

lder-to-shoulder with Made Men, Ca

champagne and whispered

e Don's highly suspicious d

d on the grand staircase, the weigh

ringing sound calling for th

underworld, I presented Siena wi

the heavy jewel to the b

e and publicly wished h

is dark eyes locking instantly

ized it i

me-the ultimate symbol of his

s jaw clenching so tight a

ngle word, a harsh screech of

curity screens flickered

ring quartet c

otage began to loop on

g aggressively groped and kissed by an older, noto

erupted i

d weapons, while wives shrieked and scr

reens in pure horror befo

hest heaving as she pointed a

reamed that I had orchestrated th

iring the rival bos

bled to her feet and fled out of the b

static of the poor-quality video on the screen, the rigi

he turned his

nted toward the doors, chas

oors slammed sh

n the grand staircase to face the pred

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Sophia Langley Mafia

“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.”