Bleeding For A Lie: His Cruel Betrayal

Chapter 3

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ive, I took the card and made my way to the Familia'

eel. I walked into the massive, cavernous lobby, feeling

lculating man who flicked his eyes at the black-and-gold c

ne, sliding a grey, shapeless uniform across the gleaming desk. "You have b

k the uniform. I had no choice. The syndicate collecto

ng cleaner's uniform, I pushed a heavy suppl

rs chimed and slid open. D

eyes widening in mock surprise before a

ing over me as if I were something to be scrape

t me as if I were nothing more than a

e stated coldly, his voice flat and devoid of

pped the handle of the plastic cart so tig

te ordered, moving past m

side was heavy with the scent of cigar ash and expensive leather conditioni

ng from a tall flute of champagne. Dante sat behind his massive desk, his d

. Every scrape of my brush against the marble floor felt like a small, fresh wound opening

ere," Serena pointed lazily

heek, I moved over and sc

job," Dante remarked coldly, turning a crisp page

p my heavy bucket, and walk

d shut behind me, my silent endurance finally

ell over me, and Serena stepped out into the

ke a blade. And I knew, with absolute certainty, that she

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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.”