Bleeding For A Lie: His Cruel Betrayal

Chapter 2

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g on my apartment door start

orld collectors was no longer a vague fear; it was a physical presence in the room with me. They had called me twice in

ced by the grating sound o

erson had a key

a faded jacket and worn-out jeans, and in his hand he held a small plastic bag of cheap apples. He was playing

laced with a carefully crafted co

with a sour heat. How could he stan

I said, my voice hollow and t

nicked at all. He looked entirely, terrifyingly in control. He crosse

dark, unreadable eyes locked onto mine. "In my world, women only want

d stone sat

hysical burn in my throat. "You let me work until

ere a trifle. "And now, I am going to take care of you. I will g

a sleek, black-and-gold Familia corporat

omorrow morning," he said

with the cheap fruit and the terrifying reali

s I looked at the black-and-gold emblem, a single question burned

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Bleeding For A Lie: His Cruel Betrayal

Beatrice Wells Mafia

“For two years, I worked double shifts at a dingy laundromat, scrubbing blood out of suits until my hands were permanently raw. I starved myself to pay off a massive mafia debt my boyfriend, Dante, supposedly owed. But one day, the city's untouchable Mafia Princess walked in and revealed the cruel truth. Dante was the billionaire Don himself, and my suffering was just a sick undercover game he played to test my loyalty. Instead of ending the charade, Dante looked at me like I was invisible trash. He allowed his fiancée to frame me for theft, fired me, and forced me to kneel on the freezing concrete outside his headquarters. When his fiancée stole my severance and sent rogue soldiers to destroy me, I frantically called him for help while coughing up blood. "You are a degenerate gambler. Do not ever contact me again." He hung up the phone, leaving me to be brutally assaulted by the monsters until my bones snapped. Lying on my ruined floor, I couldn't understand how the man who used to whisper my name in the dark could be so merciless. I had bled my soul dry for him, only to be discarded like a liability. With my spirit entirely shattered, I typed out one final message. "If I die, will you regret it?" I stepped out of the eighteenth-floor window and let the wind swallow me whole. I never expected that days later, the untouchable Don would find my hidden love letters, go completely mad with grief, and step off that exact same ledge.”