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The Mafia King's Doll Is Now Untouchable

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 778    |    Released on: 20/06/2026

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The Mafia King's Doll Is Now Untouchable
The Mafia King's Doll Is Now Untouchable
“I spent five years building a multi-million-dollar legitimate fashion empire for my mafia boss boyfriend. But to the world, I was just a ghost forced to wear shapeless black rags while he bought his female enforcer diamond gowns. Everything shattered when that same enforcer framed me for fraud and threatened to leak hidden camera footage of me changing clothes to steal my company. I thought the man who once slaughtered a rival with his bare hands to protect me would tear her apart. Instead, he snatched my phone away and coldly told me to hand over my business to her. "Give her a percentage. Keep the peace." He said exposing his enforcer's treason to the Syndicate would make him look weak. He had watched her poison my drinks, steal my designs, and mock my life, yet he always defended her. Looking at his indifferent face, I finally understood the sickening truth. He wasn't oblivious to her abuse; he was complicit. My independence terrified him, so he used her cruelty to break my spirit and keep me entirely dependent on him. His so-called protection was just a twisted cage meant to dim my light. I looked at the ruthless Don who thought he owned me, and my heart turned to ice. I didn't cry or beg for his mercy. Instead, I bypassed his heavy firewalls, started a live broadcast to millions, and calmly dialed the Federal authorities.”