The Mafia King's Doll Is Now Untouchable

Chapter 4

Word Count: 691 | Released on: 20/06/2026

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ently against the nightstand i

campaign had hit the legiti

of my supposed disgrace, branding me as

line, set above hit pieces that accused me

ies from legitimate merchants I h

nct to contact my legal team, but F

telephone from m

coldly stated, and forbad

led through

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my phone chime

pted video mess

it, his expre

red at the screen, a cold numbn

footage of me changin

camera installed directly in

ak the footage to the public if I did

k with an uncontrol

, my head tilted bac

tening devices within his walls?" I demanded. "Or did

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might crack, and for a split second, I saw t

cs and his own twisted ego. To punish her meant admitting hi

ing to contain the scanda

th appear weak," he argued, his tone maddeningly

eep the peace. Bury this," he told me, demanding my compromise to save his pride. He didn't want the

lready posted a gloating, coded mes

king a "certain naive civilian" for being so ea

ce that held my bones upright seemed to dissolve, and

attacker was now harboring my abuser

my silent horror

his arms open in a

to leave to handle Family business with S

back of my hand, the ta

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was already dialin

rived, the world w

ne being

to become hi

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Star Cruiser Mafia

“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.”