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The Mafia's Plaything His To Ruin

Chapter 3 The Beginning Of My Ruin

Word Count: 1159    |    Released on: 11/12/2024

da's

lhole with tears rolling out of my eyes to my cheeks, and the next, Peter was ge

morn

rn

d Donald? Why was I crying out of the club like a fool? Wha

rying to see if I co

f before I hugged him tightly for some minutes. His swe

sked, his voice calm. He released his b

uld see through me, and it wasn't hard for him t

o lie. You shouldn't have gone back to the

Mom's better, I will stop. I swear. I just need money for her trea

e, but after a long moment, he sighed,

et in hand. He off-loaded the flasks in it and g

get any money?" I broke

ged everyone I could. I know it

seat. "Eight thousand dollars?" The flask fell

rrow from a lot of people. Mother's life is

ing." I whispered s

smile played on my lips as I let out a satisfy

done, I entered the bathroom and took a quick bath. Thankfully, I had some extra cl

Peter's voice came from behind, "I wish

n us, its heat suffocating. Peter gave me a warm sweet hug bef

parked across the street, tinted windows hiding whoever

e few patrons scattered like shadows in the dim afternoon light. I quickly made my way to Donald's of

and started count

y, waiting for him to speak. When half an hour passed and he s

t invisible? Plea

low and dangerous. I walked toward

les of cash. "But..." He smirked, and before I could rea

how it was supposed to go. He had tried this before b

table, pinning me in place as his hands moved to pull up my skir

he was relentless, a predator who

tears stinging my

iding in, and I bit him hard. He yelled i

ife from the table. My hands shook as I gripped it, but I knew I had to defen

oor grabbing his shoulder where I had stabbed him. My hands fle

hat I have taugh

~

ompound, where I found Peter begging the doctors. His face w

body was wheeled o

hrew my arms around her. I could still hear her fai

in them. He didn't say a word. Instead, he pulled out his p

e rules of the hospital for its staff to work as a stri

o work here anymore,

done-every sacrifice-was for nothing. And now, the o

the world. That night, I learned

lingered in my mind, "Who sen

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The Mafia's Plaything His To Ruin
The Mafia's Plaything His To Ruin
“Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached for a small black bottle. "I thought you would prefer the gentle way," he murmured. "Guess I was wrong." The poison burned down my throat-Deadly Nightshade. It was once my favorite. I had used it to end others. Now, he was using it on me. "Sometimes," he whispered, "the person you once loved is the one who finally kills you." ~~~~~ Brinda Virginia's life has always been a battle-against fate, against her own fire, and against a heart that beats too weakly to match the storm inside her. Abandoned as a child and raised by the only woman who ever truly loved her, she's now facing her biggest loss yet. Her stepmother is dying. And the clock is ticking-seventy-two hours. That's all the time she has to save her. But then he returns. Francesco Dante. Her past. Her ruin. A man cloaked in shadows, bearing a twisted bargain-submit to him, body and soul, or lose everything. To save the only family she has left, Brinda must surrender. But submitting, in a world ruled by power, lust, and betrayal, is never truly submission. Because this man doesn't just want to own her-he wants to unmake her, unravel her, and turn her fire to ash. And the most devastating part? She might just let him. And love, in this kind of story, always draws blood.”