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The Don's Betrayal, My Unstoppable Rise

Chapter 4 Chapter 4

Word Count: 511    |    Released on: 29/10/2025

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I finally understood the iron-clad marriage contract I'd signed

hree-person tragedy. I would not be cast

ges of him and Isabella began to surface on social media-a daily torment. Photos of them at exclus

lked into the grand living room and took down our wedding portrait; in it, he lo

, designer bags, things meant to be seen, not felt. While sear

versary, every Christmas gift I had ever given him. A custom-made tie I'd commissioned. A leather-bound journa

w. My affection, my thoughts, my very

all came la

ewarming party tonight," h

ella and I are not on goo

n, his voice was cold. "It was her idea to

only remembered my existence for Isa

air was thick with a hostility directed squarely at me. Isabella greeted me w

own life, as Isabella began to hold c

roup of laughing guests. 'I suppose one can't expect everyone to

es all on me. I felt the blood drain from

me, but at the guests. "The De Luca family can afford a

his own pride. The message was clear: You don't

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“For seven years, I was the perfect, silent wife to Dante De Luca, the Don of the Chicago Outfit. Our marriage was a contract, signed only because his true love, Isabella, left him at the altar. Then, she came back. He made me watch as he chose her, again and again. He took her into a dark closet for Seven Minutes in Heaven, emerging with a fresh love bite on her neck. Then, she framed me for stealing her diamond necklace. "She's a thief, Dante, just like her mother!" Isabella wailed. My husband didn't hesitate. He shoved me against a table and had his men throw me into the family's private holding cell. He knew it was a setup, but he still called me trash, not fit to clean her shoes. I finally understood. I was never his wife. I was just a "low-cost placeholder," a body in his bed until Isabella returned. I was disposable. So when I was finally released, I walked away. His biggest rival was waiting for me with a job offer: Chief Design Director. I would compete against Dante for the city's biggest contract, using the very architectural designs he stole from me and gave to his mistress. I would build an empire on the ashes of his pride.”