Unmasking My Mafia Fiancé

ter the "car crash." It was a lie. The real accident was his te

with his consigliere, boasting about stealing my billion-dolla

ce to legally gag me from ever claiming my own work. His

t a tragedy. It was a consequence. One he and Olivia had welcome

at sent me stumbling to the ground in front of everyone, he

turned into a cold, hard certainty. He ha

ideo of his abuse. The subject line read: "My Wedding Gift." Then I boarded a one-way fligh

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e pain of the crash. He never said they'd force me

official story was a car accident. A fender bender. A lie. The truth was my fiancé, Eth

s low and confident, the sound I used to find so reassuring. Now, it was a razor blad

n. 'City of Echoes' will put me on the map. The

, my secret passion, distilled into a revolutionary casino-resort de

ny murmur through the phone, but his

y gets us the mainstream attention we need. She's

ickness worse than anything

bout Fina?"

greenlights the project. We'll have a big wedding. Once she's my wif

use our world's most sacred law t

forgotten the heist? When your mistake nearly got you killed and she told

buried it, taken the blame, letting them think my strat

as Olivia who put that poison in your ear, wasn't it? Who told yo

berately created. The public altercation where he'd shoved me, the fall... the miscarria

is voice cold and final. "Fina is... con

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e love I had felt for him, the future I had built in my mind, all of

ing the deep sleep of the drugged and broken. I

d was a shard of ice. I opened an encrypted messaging app and

ago, at a charity gala, he'd called my unsolicited analysis of a

ge was f

business