The Mafia Heiress's Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 3 No.3

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te, the penthouse became utterly silent. Th

suit jacket still on my fingertips, th

sitation. I walked s

grammed my print into the system, a year ago. "My world is never closed to you," he'd murmured a

reen light flashed, and the lock clicked ope

eather, a scent that had once brough

g was immaculate, the office

and pushed. It didn't budge. There had to be a code,

fted to the mass

of files and his laptop. My gaze fell on the bott

stopped me, his hand covering mine, his tone light but firm. "Highest

dramatic. Now I realized his

e handle. It w

the pen holders, lifted the file trays, ran

t important on his person.

ing on the custom humidor I'd give

n. He touched this box every single day.

de, a row of Cuban cigars la

on the desk. I ran my fingers over the velvet bottom of

d at the corner. The velvet lining

o the wood, was a smal

e custom-fit space, was a

match for the l

my ribs like a drum. Th

al was cold against my skin,

slid the key into the loc

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The Mafia Heiress's Ruthless Revenge

Blair Dippel Mafia

“I was happily pregnant through IVF, thinking I had finally built a perfect life with my billionaire husband, Dante. Then, an anonymous photo led me to a hidden drawer in his study, where I found a vasectomy confirmation dated a full year before we even started trying for a baby. My world shattered when I went to his office for answers and overheard him talking to his assistant. "This marriage, this child... it's all a sacrifice. I needed the perfect substitute to build up and destroy, just to prove my loyalty to Elara." The painful IVF injections, my precious pregnancy, our entire marriage-it was all a meticulously crafted performance for his childhood sweetheart. He even planned to publicly humiliate me at an upcoming gala as a welcome gift for her return. I wept for the years I had wasted and for my innocent unborn child, conceived merely as a pawn in their sick, twisted game. They thought they could discard me like trash because they believed I was just a helpless orphan with no one to turn to. But they didn't know I had spent the last three years hiding my true identity for the sake of this marriage. Wiping away my tears, I picked up my phone and called my father, the most feared underground king in the world.”