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Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don

Chapter 3

Word Count: 691 | Released on: Today at 12:31

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in gate. From my vantage point in the west wing, I watched o

nto the intercom, his voice dripping with t

Mrs. Valachi's vehicle is t

r of her place. She was not a guest o

itated. The ca

the back d

y. She stood there for a moment, surveying the imposing black ir

ed... un

o a beat-up looking gardening truck parked down the road. A man got

d amused glances. What was she do

s fluttering in the wind. She pulled ope

inforced steel. The thick, bulletp

a garden

transport vehicl

ral, angry sound that vibrated thr

e cracked with panic over the comms.

their rifles. Warn

ored th

a thunderclap. Metal screamed, groaned, and then buckled inward. The custom-made, ha

elessly against th

reckage, tearing up the manicured lawn, and scre

red across

and the grounds, surrounding the vehicle, thei

were crowding the windows, their fac

mposure gone. "Don... she... she ramm

cleaning my favorite pi

long time, I felt something other t

... in

mile touched my lip

r of the armored

dirt and grease, but somehow, it only made her stand o

nted at her head. She ignored the

of the house, and I knew, with absolu

rom her skirt, a gesture of s

voice, clear and car

ride i

om my men. They were frozen, uns

p, mocking edge to her voice

use, his face pale, pointing a trembl

t him, her gaze stil

p in the face to my entire family, "is the Don of the Val

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Hei Baidong Mafia

“I was dragged back from the countryside by my biological father for one simple reason: to be a sacrificial lamb. He ordered me to marry the terrifying mafia Don, Damien Valachi, in place of my precious half-sister, Jalynn. Everyone in the underworld knew the rumors. The Don was a ruthless reaper, and his brides never survived the wedding night. My stepmother slapped on a fake smile, reaching for my hands. "Cleo, darling. This is your duty. An honor, really." Behind her, Jalynn hid her triumphant smirk, secretly relieved she could keep warming another mobster's bed without getting caught. They thought they could just throw my life away to secure their wealth and power. My father even set up a rigged trust fund for my so-called "compensation," planning to legally snatch the money back the moment my corpse went cold. To them, I was just a disposable pawn, a piece of trash meant to die so their perfect little family could thrive. Did they really think I was just a helpless country girl they could easily manipulate, rob, and send to the slaughterhouse? I smiled coldly at their smug faces and demanded twenty million dollars. Before stepping into a military-grade armored truck to crash my own wedding, I had my hacker drain every last cent from my father's accounts. Let them plan my funeral. It was time to show my terrible family and the monster of New York exactly who they were dealing with.”