Too Late For Regret: The Mafia Queen

Chapter 2

Word Count: 563 | Released on: 17/08/2026

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. The faint scent of his expensive cologne lingered on t

of the bed, searching for the weapon and partner

force out a bitter l

the nightstand. The screen was full o

, saying he missed me, sayin

abdomen, and my fingertips traced the line of the remaining scar. My

back the heavy steel lock, and foun

tries, and on top of it was a note

explanation and just kicked

t and arrived on time at t

together to launder the family's dirty money

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tor doors

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tor doors were about to clos

ith me in the marble corridor, hi

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was the one who would ra

say something, but not

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ing the blood we once s

quietly treated gunshot wounds, and I

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d him, the triumphant

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opped talking and lowered their heads, but I knew what they were discu

and demanded to take the shar

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Too Late For Regret: The Mafia Queen

Ting Er Xiao Ling Short stories

“I was the chief consigliere of the Romano family, and I was secretly carrying the heir for my husband, Julian. But at a celebratory dinner, I saw my adopted sister actually seducing him. It turned out they had been sleeping together behind my back for a long time. When I confronted him, he gave the most ridiculous excuse. "I was drunk, the lights were too dim, I really thought it was you." Not only did he fail to make up for his mistakes, but he also stripped me of my power and gave my exclusive office to her. Because of the mess she made, a grieving widow attacked me with a hunting knife. When the cold blade pierced my abdomen, I dialed Julian's emergency number, but it went unanswered, like a stone dropping into the ocean. He was busy fooling around with my sister, with no time to answer the phone. When I woke up, I learned in the clinic that I had lost my child forever. While he wept outside my ward door, begging for my forgiveness, even willing to give me millions to make me stay, I calmly asked the doctor for a pen. I signed a permanent exile contract. I would build my own empire in this wasteland.”