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Too Late, I Married The Mafia King

Too Late, I Married The Mafia King

Author: Breeze
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1215    |    Released on: Today at 16:02

ted cruelty, believing it was the only way to pay

king to his secret lover-

a in a fortified apartment as my personal

l Feast, Silas put his r

ress open from collarbone to shoulder i

ey across the dirt and forced me to draw the White Carna

ing to protect me, while Silas and h

, thinking I was making a noble sac

e pawn in his sick game, kept on a leas

before, I had taken the last of my

ged myself to Dante, the terrifying, new

hands reached into my vision holding a flawless Crimson Rose. And in the heavy silence that followe

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ge of an overdue medical bill pressed a white line into the side of my index finger, the paper emitting a

tudy door when the sound of my own name froze me in place. I arrived just in time

how many days they had to wait for my father t

her his official Capo's wife-and consign me to a f

etary sound that I had spent six ye

Silas murmured, his voice low and thi

y morning. The syndicate doctors

s in the ground, Ar

town. She will be a quiet, obedient little secret

ut a soft, s

e former Underboss, a fact which made her

ose again this year,

ily laws say my status is elevated. I can

s promised, a smirk I could hear

Matriarch to swap Aria's

omorrow. She will be the laughingstock of the Feast, and n

and acidic, clawed

arch to make sure a Crimson Rose was placed in my d

man had si

up rattled in its saucer as she confessed that m

d with terror, unable

ears clicked into place, forming

s in my hand, its tremor a visible sign o

He had delayed our wedding with an endless procession of fabricated excuses. I had swallowed my pride. I h

a pawn, to be discarded in

d walked away from

thick pile of the expensive carpet

and walked straight into the gritty,

cold numbness had already settled deep in my

and retrieved the last roll of ca

es, but a different kind of survi

by a single, fly-specked bul

silver Vend

even the sunlight struggled to penetrate,

t to pledge herself to a new protector, a pu

ht to his shadowy, imposing study, I offered him the rosary. I begged him to claim me at the Feast tomorrow-to put on an act of taking me as his own, just long enough to break Silas's hold and secure my father's safety. Dante had stared at me, his pupils two pools of darkness that swallowed t

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Too Late, I Married The Mafia King
Too Late, I Married The Mafia King
“For six years, I endured my fiancé Silas's calculated cruelty, believing it was the only way to pay for my dying father's black-market lung medication. Then, I overheard him talking to his secret lover-his late brother's widow. "Once the old man suffocates, I'll put Aria in a fortified apartment as my personal whore, and you will wear the Capo's ring." At the syndicate's annual Feast, Silas put his ruthless plan into motion. He publicly humiliated me, tearing my dress open from collarbone to shoulder in front of hundreds of leering mobsters. He deliberately scattered my father's bloody medical money across the dirt and forced me to draw the White Carnation, making me the ultimate laughingstock of the Family. My frail father coughed up blood trying to protect me, while Silas and his lover sneered at my absolute ruin. For six years, I swallowed my pride, thinking I was making a noble sacrifice to keep my father breathing. I never realized I was just a disposable pawn in his sick game, kept on a leash only until my father was in the ground. But Silas didn't know that the night before, I had taken the last of my money to buy a silver Vendetta Rosary. I had ventured into the shadows and pledged myself to Dante, the terrifying, newly ascended Don of the entire syndicate. As I sobbed on the cold wooden floor, the courtyard fell dead silent, and a pair of large, scarred hands reached into my vision holding a flawless Crimson Rose. And in the heavy silence that followed, I understood: either salvation or damnation had come for me, and I was no longer the one choosing.”