The Mafia Don's Runaway Heiress Wife

Chapter 2

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freezing, decaying walls of the West Wing. But then, a violent rush of freezing air and th

or a moment, the cold had indeed claimed my heart. But the sheer, v

nderboss slipped. His face was a chaotic storm of shock, fury, and a sickening flash of relief.

yanked me back to the ni

d melt the ice in his veins. Instead, he had looked at me like a ledger entry. He took me with a cold, punishing dominance, stripping away my d

ed a dormant fire in my hollow chest. I wasn't that beg

ng slightly, I channeled every ounce of my survi

d echoed in th

rned back to me, a lethal, predatory fascination twisting his lips. He didn't strike back-not because he was soft, but because he was savori

burning with the effort. "There are no more tricks," I said, my vo

els clicking against the scuffed floorboards-she had clearly followed the commotion, desperate to see my body hauled out in a bag. She

you," she purred, her gaze dripping

ignored her completely, keeping my eyes locked on Damien's. Then, with a sudden, fluid m

ling backward and c

g to sub-zero. He looked ready to snap my neck, yet he remained rooted to the spot, his gaze

n offered a hollow, mocking smile. "I was just teaching your

stand. I walked straight between them, my shoulder brushing past Damien's rigid chest. He let me pass, a silent, terrifying promise in his stillness that

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Out Of Town Mafia

“Three years ago, I used my family's tech empire to marry Damien Moretti, a ruthless mafia Underboss. I naively thought my devotion could melt his frozen heart. But a year ago, he paraded his mistress at our family gala just because she had the face of his dead ex. When my pathetic jealousy boiled over and I stabbed him with a letter opener, he didn't kill me. Instead, he banished me to the freezing, decaying West Wing of his estate. For a whole year, I was locked away like a ghost. He flaunted his mistress, orchestrated a hostile takeover of my family's company, and let his maids treat me like garbage. When I knelt outside his door begging for a divorce, he just gripped my jaw and delivered a death sentence. "The only way you leave this family is in a coffin." The naive girl who begged for his love died in that cold room. I finally realized I was nothing but a profitable ledger entry to him. When he finally opened my door again, expecting to see a broken prisoner, I slapped him across his bleeding face. "The deal is done. I want a divorce." I walked straight out into the freezing Chicago rain, secretly swallowed a bottle of emergency contraceptives to kill any chance of carrying his heir, and prepared to tear up his mafia rules myself.”