The Ruthless Capo Steals His Queen

ress to finally formalize m

heir, foolishly believing our arrange

ration, I saw a private post from

ing white roses for her, wit

ng me up, do

ows, citing urgent syndicate bus

me, letting his crew mock our marriage as a fak

me a photo of him sleepin

onizing pain, realizing I was

riously, while he threw me away the sec

packed my bags and went to an und

out of the shadows to sign my medical papers, he l

er my prote

ay forever, leaving Marco to

pte

a P

before the Consigliere, my thumb stilled its idle scrolling over my phone's screen. It had frozen on a new post, a piece of

syndicate signet, the heavy gold pinky ring, was conspicuously absent, and the capti

s seemed to thicke

or running through my fingers that made th

photo was unmi

ry callous built from years of hand

orcer in our syndicate, and a m

had dropped to one knee on the

heirloom ring, the heavy diam

arnest devotion, asking me to turn our contract

what I thought was joy, now

l's hope, that his heart h

ed canary, a careful performance that had somehow, without my

enience, arranged to appease the Don and

lders that we had eloped, delaying the gran

e, the forced proximity had blossomed

uld cook

ctive mafia husband, scolding me for eating

seriously, he had kissed me with brui

it se

as currently hiding a secret in

nths pregnant

after we received the official blessi

g in the treacherous landscape of h

his phone

tter from his Capo, and postponed our registra

lling coldness, leaving me st

no, the fact of his betrayal settled not l

ious beauty from our

ssly for three years, earning him the mockin

city, and I had

t the pla

ack of my throat, and I had to swal

ite, my steps unnaturall

pregnancy report I had hi

thumb rubbing unconsciously over t

ny, irretrievable pieces and

street, sitting alone at the massive dining

ate pressed down on me

one and typed a me

you comi

me back ten

running late, go t