Pampered By The Ruthless Northern Warden

Chapter 3

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ed on the edge of my mattress, a silver needle and thread resting steadily in my hands. I was just finishing the final alteratio

ature vanilla perfume rolled off him, fouling the air in my bedroom. V

rame, looking down at the w

was eager to finally become his wife now that the Gala was over. Bec

next door first. She gets frightened in the dark after all

ined s

e precise point where the

s boots scuffing the floorboards a

a sudden, volatile fury

" he accused, his voice dripping with condescension. "Afte

the silk one last time, th

y skin, and severed the final red thread on the gown. Sni

e foot of my bed. The brass latches clicked shut, sealing the sce

id I look u

a flat, even line. No tears. No hysterics. Just the

ked the ancient Syndicate laws of severance, speaking the blood‑sworn words of rel

stunned fo

, a knot of muscle bun

voice echoing off the high ceiling. "You've be

rt acting like a proper Underboss's wife. You think anyone el

walked over to the door

et out. One gesture. My

e, his pride a ra

out into

e at the estate gates tomorrow morning to greet my mother, Car

t tremble. I did not cry. I picked u

s do

efore I could se

I'm alread

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Dorine Koestler Mafia

“I waited eleven years to marry the Syndicate Underboss. But on the final night of the Old Ways, Silas laughed with his men and announced he would never claim me. Instead, he elevated his adopted sister, Serena, to his side. He left me standing entirely alone at the ceremonial altar, letting the whole mafia family mock me with vulture‑like pity. When I tore Serena's dress in a blind rage, he locked me in an underground fighting cage for his soldiers to jeer at, calling it a fair punishment. His mother openly called me damaged goods, and Silas threatened to give my entire dowry and family territories to Serena if I didn't bow down and apologize to her. For a decade, I endured his emotional abuse, only to realize I was just a convenient shield for his sick obsession with his sister. My heart finally went completely dead. I dropped his blood‑ruby engagement crest into the trash and burned eleven years of memories to ash. Then, I invoked the ancient laws of severance right to his face. "I'm breaking the arrangement." When Alessandro, the lethal Warden of the North, arrived with an armored motorcade to claim me as his Queen, Silas finally panicked. He chased my car, pounding on the glass with bloodshot eyes, begging me to come back. I just looked at him with flat, dead calm and rolled up the window.”