Mabel James
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Game Of Trust
Mafia Richard a man in his mid 30's fell in love with a Viola. She stayed with him for several years hoping someday they'd be together as one. No doubt Richard loved Viola so much till he left the country on a contract where he met his boss' wife Diane. It was love at first sight. Knowing well Diane had a soft spot for him, Richard tried so hard to resist her beauty, her intelligence and wealth, it seemed like a mission impossible cause she completely swept him off his feet. His intelligence and dark skin caught her attention for she wanted to get him laid so bad.
At the grand opening of Diane's successful husbands company, Fred threw a huge party and Richard appeared in his best. His ebony shined so bright, his smiles were as innocent as a new born babe. Waiting on his boss, Diane came looking all dashing. Her smiles penetrated his heart made him feel weak in his knees, his eyes were fixed on her, he wished to bask on a sandy beach with her touching her every sides. They both lusted after each other and couldn't resist. They finally got to be together in a room at the event and he had his chance. They had a bit of discussion, he gradually pulled her close making her feel his breath. The kiss was slow, intentional and deep. He caressed her and she gripped on him moaning so soft on his lips. The feeling was magical.
They continued having sex secretly, he totally forgot about Viola. Viola tried so hard in reaching out to him. She got her visa and moved over to where he stayed thanks to the information she received from his boss Fred. She arrived at the airport and Fred picked her up. She went to meet Richard the next day and he was shocked. He told her his reasons for the lack of communication was because of how tight work had been for him. She explained to him how Fred her elder brother helped her come see him. It was a shock to Richard cause he had no idea Fred was viola's elder brother. She never mentioned him. She stated her reasons were because she was scared he'd only love her to get money from her. Richard tried so much to hide Both ladies for a while until viola found out about Diane. She reported to Fred who was highly disappointed in Diane and was heartbroken. Richard apologized and promised never to repeat such, instead he became more discreet in sleeping with Diane. Diane's best friend Reila, came visiting and caught Richard's attention for she was caramel skinned, beautiful with a nice body figure. He stalked her home just so he could get her information. They became close and started off as friends. He saw a difference in her. He saw a future with her. He loved her sincerely and couldn't resist complimenting her every look online. He stayed away from both Diane and Viola and they both fought each other over Richard. Richard secretly saved lots of money and invested into businesses. His 3yrs contract with his boss had ended already. He quickly got on with his plans. He proposed to Reila in public.
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"Auntie Adriana is a million times better than Mommy."
My daughter's innocent words pierced my heart, while Dante coldly dismissed my presence, treating me like an unwelcome stranger interrupting their perfect family. He mocked my mothering, allowed his mistress to sever my desperate phone calls with my child, and weaponized his power to break our daughter's spirit just to spite me. He sneered that my only purpose was to stay quiet, absolutely certain I would crawl back the second my allowance ran dry.
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I left my diamond ring on the table, violently slashed our ancient blood oath in half, and walked out of his gilded cage forever.
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Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!"
"You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now."
"Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him.
Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly.
"I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly.
She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud.
"Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!"
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Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked.
Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly.
Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..."
"I can't," he whispered.
And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her.
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With bullets flying and the mud sliding beneath us into a ravine, Josiah had to make a choice.
I was injured, trapped at the bottom. Lexi was screaming on the ridge.
He looked at me, mouthed "I'm sorry," and turned his back.
He hauled Lexi to safety to secure his alliance. He left me to die alone in the freezing mud.
I lay there in the dark, realizing the man who swore a blood oath to protect me had traded my life for a political seat.
He thought the silence would finally swallow me whole.
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I crawled out of that grave and vanished from his world completely.
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I looked him dead in the eye and spoke.
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The VIP doors swung open, and the most ruthless mafia Don in the city walked in—Killian Vitiello, the boy I loved a decade ago. He didn't know my legs were crushed by rival soldiers on the very night he took his blood oath. Instead of a reunion, he pulled a beautiful woman in a red silk dress to his side and coldly introduced her as his fiancée.
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I swallowed the bitter ash of my ruined life and let him believe I was a traitorous gold digger. I would rather he hate me forever than let my mutilated body become a fatal weakness to his throne.
So, after my mother died, I packed a single bag and fled the country to disappear for good.
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