Jilted Mistress? I Am The Mafia Queen

Chapter 4

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ting me, he stepped back, his c

up from the table and poured scalding coffee directly over my head, the burning liquid pasting my hair to my scalp. A

hey hurled insults, spitting the words "delusional whore" like poisoned darts. They loudly claime

pain. I felt transported back to my childhood, surrounded by the jeering bullies in the f

cious smirk twisting her lips. She turned the volume all the way u

ge with zero empathy; their faces wer

e associates aimed a sharp kick at my thigh, sending a f

er underworld network, claiming it would ensure I was permanen

line. I tried to lunge forward and snatch the phone back, desperate to silence the agonizin

heir phones, the stuttering camera flashes blinding me as they recorded my h

hard through the tight circle of women and fled toward the exit of the VIP roo

y hair and slammed me against the wall, continuing to beat me with a vicious,

ng in the doorway. He didn't blink when the first streak of red hit

pair, the heavy double doors at

terrifying, suffocating presence parting

tor, their shrill voices telling the older man to mind his own

er, shoving the women aside with a desperate urgency. He b

ruised and bleeding face. And in that fractured second, I saw the hear

a weak, bl

spered, "Dad

, turned the color of ashes. He had just beaten the Don's

idea what wa

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“I handed the man I loved a positive pregnancy test, expecting the silver engagement ring I had spent years saving up for. Instead, Ryan shoved a marriage certificate inscribed with another woman's name in my face. He told me he needed her mafia family's backing to become a Capo, and our unborn child was a liability. Before I could even process the betrayal, his hand clamped around my throat. He slammed me against the fridge and forced a pill down my throat. As I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, screaming in agony, he pulled out his phone. He calmly recorded my battered, bleeding body to prove his loyalty to his new wife, Victoria. Later that night, they dragged me into an exclusive underworld club. Victoria and her clique poured scalding coffee on me, kicked my ribs, and played the audio of what he did to me for everyone to laugh at. Ryan watched me bleed with eyes entirely devoid of remorse. I lay on the cold marble floor, completely broken. The boy who had protected me from the streets since we were kids had become a monster, trading my life and our child for a taste of real power. Just as they raised their phones to broadcast my final humiliation to the underworld, the heavy double doors swung open. Don Victor Vance, the city's most terrifying syndicate boss, parted the sea of abusers. He fell to his knees, weeping as he pulled my bleeding body into his arms. I managed a weak smile. "Dad, you came."”