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Faking My Death for the Mafia Don

Chapter 2

Word Count: 753 | Released on: Today at 19:00

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's belly. It was the same hand that had once shielded me from a bullet, yet now it c

fa, Sophia looked down, the

place at the Don's table?" she asked, her

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oulders with a weight of ownership. A faint, cruel smile

the slick, cooling broth, an

rhythmic pulse, but I held my s

s tie. I traced the silk upward, inch by inch, until my eyes met the cold, flat surfaces of his p

d to thicken, every trivi

the chests of the

was for life. You onl

obedience unspo

f my resolve not to flee. The weight of duffel bags filled with illicit cash, their canv

turn me to the rival Families

itting safe and comfo

r hidden away f

ges to ensure she never saw

while he used me as a

, his dark eyes narr

" he demanded. "You are an

ained unnerv

you pulled me fr

that crossfire, rather than

urged fro

to expand, pressing

n two strides and pointed a long fin

" he growled, the sound

not

of a coat by the judgment in your eyes, nor hold m

notted so tightly I could hear

r, his chest alm

t to survive in this world without m

congealing on my shoes-a path

d back up at

the devil himself than spend another

walked toward the heavy

orridor, my hand retrieve

number. She answer

I told my most trusted ally, my hands trembling

was not done with me yet. And neither was the life growing insi

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Faking My Death for the Mafia Don

Xiao Youzi Mafia

“I was married to Vincent Rossi, the most feared Mafia Don on the East Coast. Two years ago, I secretly donated my bone marrow to save his life after a rival hit. But his mistress, Sophia, stole my medical records and claimed the credit as his savior. She even announced she was carrying his heir. Vincent believed her completely. When I brought him homemade broth at the clinic, he struck me to the floor in front of his armed guards. "A Don does not wait. Least of all for a wife who fails to observe a simple schedule." Later, Sophia deliberately threw herself against a glass table, faked a bloody miscarriage, and pointed her finger at me. Vincent didn't even check the security footage before slapping me across the face and letting Sophia put a massive underworld bounty on my head. I had sacrificed my health and youth for a man who didn't hesitate to let the entire city hunt me down like a traitor. He protected a lying viper while destroying the only woman who ever truly bled for him. So, I set up a dead-man's switch to expose Sophia's fake pregnancy and her affairs with rival soldiers to the entire Commission. Then, I faked my own brutal death by throwing myself off a cliff right in front of his eyes. Let the mighty Don weep over my casket and drown in his regrets, because I am leaving this hell to live for myself.”