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Broken But His: The Don's Hidden Amputee

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1003    |    Released on: Today at 19:00

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nd-the unyielding tone of a Don

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room, I meticulously strapped my

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ape of my prosthetics. The wheelchair would sell the lie of a slow recovery;

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grand, gilded entrance, my he

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through the chatte

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Broken But His: The Don's Hidden Amputee
Broken But His: The Don's Hidden Amputee
“I made my living playing background piano in underground speakeasies to pay off my fugitive father's blood debt. Tonight, I had exactly ten seconds to make sure my floor-length velvet gown completely concealed the fact that I no longer had legs. The VIP doors swung open, and the most ruthless mafia Don in the city walked in-Killian Vitiello, the boy I loved a decade ago. He didn't know my legs were crushed by rival soldiers on the very night he took his blood oath. Instead of a reunion, he pulled a beautiful woman in a red silk dress to his side and coldly introduced her as his fiancée. "The rumors of you being a desperate opportunist at least explain why you vanished without a word," he sneered, looking at my threadbare clothes. He publicly disavowed my existence to the entire underworld, leaving me to be hunted by rival factions. While he built his empire, I was crawling in the freezing rain to reattach my heavy metal prosthetic, watching my mother descend into fatal madness from our crushing poverty. I swallowed the bitter ash of my ruined life and let him believe I was a traitorous gold digger. I would rather he hate me forever than let my mutilated body become a fatal weakness to his throne. So, after my mother died, I packed a single bag and fled the country to disappear for good. But I didn't know that on the very day I left, Killian kicked down the door of an illicit underground clinic and finally opened my ten-year-old medical file.”