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The Don's Betrayal, My Unstoppable Rise

Chapter 5 Chapter 5

Word Count: 528    |    Released on: 29/10/2025

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d, Isabella clapped. "Enough serio

against my ear. "The connection I have with him is something

my palms. I followed the group into a plush, dimly lit game room

beside me. He didn't say a word; his presence was a silen

on Dante's other side, effectively sandwiching me between them. I didn't have to look to know his attention had s

the table. Before my fingers could

aid, his voice a low command. "Y

he husband he pretended to be. But the moment was sha

ruit juice he used to love as a teenager. "The production

ith a warmth I had never seen. Love and nostalgia warred in his

la," he said, h

knows him." Each word painted me as the interloper, the unwanted

unced, her eyes glittering with a

he highest card from a deck would choose som

ng between Dante and Isabella. The

card. The King of Spades. The highest car

prepared to stand, to leave, t

is grip painfully tight. "Don't move," he said, his voice a low mu

. The crowd went wild as he led her toward the heavy oak d

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The Don's Betrayal, My Unstoppable Rise
The Don's Betrayal, My Unstoppable Rise
“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.”