Mafia King's First Love

Chapter 5 Thrown out

Word Count: 1553 | Released on: 23/09/2024

to the ground. Her suitcase tumbled from her hands, its weight meaningless compared to the crushing burd

er skin, her clothes. It felt as though the sky itself was weeping with her, the cold water mixing with the tears that had been streaming down her

she had known for so long was suddenly foreign, hostile. **Where would she go?** Her heart pounded, the reality sinking in. She

ilence of her despair. Her clothes clung to her, heavy with water and misery. Her body s

was coming for her. Ethan wasn't there. No familiar arms would wrap ar

dream, every hope she had held onto for so long felt like it had been washed away with the storm, leaving

behind her, its windows dark, watching her silently as if mocking her pain. She squeezed her eyes shut, tr

n by her feet. She had nowhere to go. No home, no love, no safety. Just the storm rag

d slammed shut behind her, locking her out both literally and figuratively. She had been cast aside like she was nothing, like she had never meant anything to this family. Her knees b

he had betrayed her. Every moment they had shared, every promise they had made to each other, played in her mind like a cru

The woman who had wormed her way into Ethan's life, despite her history, despite everything. Sofia Roth, t

ldn't be true. It just couldn't. But if it was, did that mean Ethan had no choice? Was he marrying Sofia because of the baby? Did he feel trapped?

fully as she tried to comprehend it. How could he leave her like this? After everything they had shared, after her parents died savin

She had no one in this world. No family. No home. She had nowhere to go. No money. N

family, and when her parents died, the Taylors took everything-their business, their properties. In exchange, they took Cloe in, raised her as one of their own. Or so she thought. B

to give up. Not like this. She wasn't some stray they could toss aside. She needed answers, and she wouldn't leave until she

dn't. This was her life, her love, her future. She wasn't ready to walk

hed her breath, trembling with fear as the storm grew fiercer, lightning flashing across the darkened sky. The wind whipped her hair around her face, and t

way. She wouldn't let them win. Ethan owed her the truth, and she wouldn't leave until he looked h

the window, watching as Cloe stood there, drenched and shaking, refusing to leave. Sofia's hands trembled as

uncanny-Cloe was exactly like her father, Jason William. That same unyielding spirit, that same determination that had driven Jaso

h of frustration in her eyes. Jason had been a thorn in her side for year

do? If Ethan sees her like this, he'll never let her g

curling into a cruel smile. "Let her stay outside. Let her s

's stubbornness was a problem, but Elizabeth's resolve was even stronger. The storm outside was growing

ring. "She'll either leave or the storm will take care of her.

ing, drenched in the heavy rain, lightning illuminating her silhouette against the dark sky. Cloe wasn't going any

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“Elizabeth Taylor gave Sofia Roth a subtle nod, as if to calm her, before turning her full attention to Cloe. Her gaze was sharp, unforgiving. "This is not your home, Cloe." The words slammed into Cloe like a blow, knocking the air from her lungs. She froze, her body stiffening as the weight of the moment settled over her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Elizabeth cut her off, her voice like a blade slicing through Cloe's hope. "Meet Ethan's fiancée, Sofia." The words hit Cloe like a thunderclap, a shock so violent it felt as if lightning had struck her to the core. Her body stiffened, her eyes wide, her heart pounding so loud it echoed in her ears. Fiancée? Ethan's fiancée? Her eyes darted to Sofia, who stepped forward with a cruel smile, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Yes. Fiancée. I'm pregnant with Ethan's child." Cloe's world shattered. The words slammed into her with the force of a thousand storms, and she staggered backward as if physically struck. Her knees buckled, her hands clutching her chest, her breathing shallow and ragged. Pregnant? With Ethan's child? -------- Cloe was not ready to give up. So she received a sex tape from Sofia Roth. A sex Tape The man's face was deliberately obscured, lying back on the bed, while Sofia's naked body moved atop him, her large breasts bouncing as she rode him with exaggerated enthusiasm. Sofia's face, however, was clear. Her eyes locked onto the camera with an unmistakable awareness of what she was doing. Her moans were loud, theatrical, and filled with purpose. She threw her head back, calling out, "Oh, Ethan... love it, babe." The hands of the man beneath her, though blurred and devoid of identity, reached up to grip Sofia's breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Sofia's moans grew louder, her voice filled with pleasure as she called out again, "Ethan, baby... you're the best." ------ Three years later. She stepped cautiously into her apartment, her heart racing as she noticed the dark figure seated on the living room sofa. The shadows of the room made it hard to make out who it was. Her breath caught in her throat as she instinctively gripped her bag tighter. "Who's there?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. The figure stirred, slowly rising to his feet. Ethan, unable to believe his eyes, stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. It was her. Cloe-his Cloe-right there in front of him. The woman he had thought lost forever. She took a step forward, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Who are you?" she asked again, her voice firmer now. Ethan felt like the world had stopped moving. The woman standing before him, looking at him as if he were a stranger-how could she not know? His emotions collided within him, confusion, shock, and an overwhelming sense of longing. "I... I am your husband," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with disbelief. She froze, her face contorting in shock. "My husband?" she repeated, disbelief lacing her words. She took a step back, her confusion deepening. "Who are you? And what kind of joke is this?" She refused to recognize him.”