The Child She Lost,The Crown She Won

Chapter 4

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me, and he is

mutters, grabbing his jacket

ing my gaze and reeking of ch

ngs. It is the local hospital-Silas too

n a gurney, shivering under a thin blanket.

possibilities: a botched me

ing a weak smile through his chattering teet

turn around and wal

I open an encrypted message from my father's Enfo

o hours before his little swim. They are kissing passi

e a cold knife, and the cold thing that had take

ck reply to

the entire Commission sees what k

king, backless black silk gown. The fabric clings to my curves like liquid shadow. As

oached, hands went to holsters, then froze as they recognized my face. The fear of my father, the Moretti Underboss, was a more

s of syndicate elites stop talking, staring at m

dares to show her f

ooks like the devil himself. He walks toward me, his dark eyes sweeping over my

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my arm, and strike him squarely across the jaw. The sharp metal clasp o

ously. He grabs my wrist in a vice grip and drags me down the hallway. He kicks the door

the blood from his jaw and stepping closer. "I

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ut Silas and Luci

low, arrogant smile s

. Your judgment i

falls evenly as I

Hunter, I would never stoo

edo. The heel of my shoe paused for a half-second on the marble, then crossed th

I am the one wh

ile vanished fr

me, he slammed his fist against the wall be

barely a whisper. "And I have been waiting

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“I surrendered my mafia inheritance and let my father exile me just to marry Silas. He was a broken soldier who knelt in the rain, claiming he gave up his territory to save me from a forced marriage. But when I went to surprise him with my pregnancy ultrasound, I overheard him laughing with the reigning Don I was supposed to marry. His downfall was a fake, a ploy so his mistress could seamlessly take my place. When I confronted them, his mistress pushed me onto the wet concrete. I woke up in the underground clinic, agonizing in pain, as Silas handed me a crushed pill. He told me the fall caused catastrophic tearing and the baby wouldn't survive, weeping as he claimed he had to abort it to save my life. But days later, his mistress walked into my room with white lilies. She smiled and told me Silas deliberately sacrificed our child to keep my blood clean for her rare illness transfusions. He murdered our baby just to ensure his mistress had no parasitic competition. Yet, he still held my hand every day, playing the devoted, grieving husband with flawless, sickening perfection. The full scope of his betrayal didn't bring tears, but a ringing in my ears that awakened the dormant code of Vendetta in my blood. I picked up the phone to call my ruthless father. "I will give you absolute supremacy, Papa." This time, I would swallow their territories whole and ascend the throne alone.”