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Betrayed By The Queen: A Don's Revenge

Chapter 3

Word Count: 633 | Released on: Today at 18:39

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the reflection in the jet's polished window: the

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rowled, his dark eyes locked on the glowing screen. "He is pa

ossed it aside, where it clatte

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chair, I stared up

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scraping harshly against the floo

fects from the penthouse," I said,

old glance

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sidearm from the table and signaling

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d her, my boots thudding

vault door open,

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across the floor, and my mother's vel

e center pedestal, th

Julian, his

s, he held the shattered pieces

he massive, flawless green stone was

The fabric at the seam of his trousers tore, but he seem

etic sobs, the illusion

o sorry, Mr

ots, begging for a merc

cuments! I slipped, I swear to God. It

the broken, scattered pieces of my mother's lega

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Duwu Qingyang Mafia

“I washed my hands of blood and gave up my undisputed underworld throne to build my wife, Lucia, a pristine corporate empire. But tonight, I caught her male secretary breaking into my encrypted mafia files. Instead of punishing the rat for breaching Omertà, Lucia shielded him behind her back and demanded I apologize to him. "You are acting like a street thug, not a husband." She called my mafia heritage a toxic paranoia and threatened to freeze my access to the very accounts I created. When the secretary shattered my late mother's priceless emerald heirloom, she protected him again, telling me to stop acting like a savage over a piece of jewelry. She even stood by while he mocked the unspeakable torture I had willingly endured in a cartel basement years ago just to secure her safe release. For five long years, I played the quiet, supportive husband, taking bullets and laundering funds to give her a legitimate crown. Yet she chose to hand the keys of our empire to a treacherous parasite, dismissing the blood I spilled for her as dirt. I looked at the woman I had once sworn an eternal blood oath to protect, feeling the last thread of my humanity snap. I felt no grief, only a profound and cold clarity as I realized my sacrifices meant absolutely nothing. "Our blood oath is dead, Lucia." I signed the annulment papers, liquidated every cent of the blood money backing her company, and threw her to the wolves.”