The Mafia King's Doll Is Now Untouchable

-million-dollar legitimate fashion

ed to wear shapeless black rags while he

me for fraud and threatened to leak hidden camera

ered a rival with his bare hands t

e away and coldly told me to

ercentage. Ke

er's treason to the Syndica

ks, steal my designs, and mock my

nt face, I finally under

us to her abuse;

used her cruelty to break my spirit a

n was just a twisted ca

n who thought he owned me,

y or beg fo

started a live broadcast to millions, a

pte

boss boyfriend had just thrust into

of his telephone catching the boutique's cold ligh

to be spun diamonds hung on a manne

ng-held silence today, I would spend the rest of my years as a ghost in the

as not ju

e most feared Syndic

ked by a history of ruthless violence and a body count

e entered a room, a pressure that stole the heat f

d, the drab, oversized fabric a dead weight he pushed against

hysical constriction that made each

rvative cut of the garment.

ugh echoed from the

nstantly softened as

call. She was his enforcer, his soldier-the

screen, she pointed a manicure

an a command, her gaze fixed on the breathtaking, diamo

ut a low, ind

the proper address, does it no

lid like silk thr

led the boutique associat

pread through my limbs,

olding my shape

e in shadows openly indulge another w

accepted his extreme i

building a multi-million-dollar legi

for the public, all while wearing t

ap fabric still in my hands, that his aff

anted to dim it, to make of me a plain, d

typed a discreet message

it

hed hi

t light up. It di

vered. He simply had

relegate my number to a low-priority contact list for security reasons-a suggest

rchitecture of his affairs, and

ointed me toward t

said, the words a thin justificatio

calm settled ove

ast the clearance rack, my hand reaching for a stunning, form-fittin

stance between us in

f his hand standing out in sharp relief. I felt, more than heard,

d, his voice low and serrated.

stepped forward with a

perhaps, arguing over a gi

o cold it made the poor w

ingers digging into my ski

d, his voice flat and devoi

held my posture, m

white dres

with a mixture of shock

the associate to pay for it, ensur

to his video call with Sienna, and I was left alon

e shopping bag with a symp

xactly wh

reparing to set the fir

ing for permission

, the ghost woul