Too Late For Regret: The Mafia Queen

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r imagined he would do duri

nquet on a private yacht, and flaunted his wealth to the enti

the last details of the share documen

t. Sophia was sitting leisurely in the brand-new l

d with red eyes: "He used the name of th

walked down the hallway to a windowless storage ro

d this long-dusty storage room int

he phone broke the

ember. Her husband had bled and died for the family. She was cry

taken her own life. They had lost their home and all their savings, and

immediately bypassed the firewall

y found the key evidence: Julian's digital signature. He

d a large overseas bank transfer. Sophia had accepted a massive

yal widow for a m

chair crashing against

m and kicked open the heavy doub

d; they were casually flipping th

d ledger onto the table, sha

your greedy ignorance, you k

a rookie mistake." He pulled out a thick stack of cash and threw it

y silenc

. The man I once loved was dead; standing here right now was just a s

void left by my shattered life. Finally, I drove u

looking the glittering lig

ate at night to settle the accou

cliff, and let the biting wind whip against

wn he would track

t me know Sophia had emerged

resentment, her face twisted

stupid rules. I didn't sleep with Julian out of love. My only

t deserve that name. He's nothing but a weak, inc

, and Julian walked out of the dark

He shamelessly admitted to eav

st, pulling her tightly to his side. "

ling on the scattered glow of the

le contradiction between our understandings of survival and loyalty.

k to the car, leaving t