Mafia Don's Wife: My Sweet Architect Revenge

Mafia Don's Wife: My Sweet Architect Revenge

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For years, I was the secret architect behind my fiancé Ethan's success. I even torched my own reputation to cover up his theft, believing he was the love of my life and we were a team. Waking from a car crash he engineered, I overheard his plan. He had not only caused my accident but also orchestrated the "stress" that led to my miscarriage. Now, he was stealing my masterpiece, "Echoes of the City," and planning a public proposal to trap me in a gilded cage. At the gala, he left me on stage mid-proposal, the ring clattering to the floor, to rush to his mistress's side. At another party, after she told me he was "relieved" I'd lost our baby, I confronted him. He shoved me hard, sending me sprawling to the floor in front of everyone before walking away with her. Lying there, humiliated, I realized he didn't see me as a person. I was just a tool to be used and discarded. The love I felt for him didn't just break; it turned into a cold, dark void. But he made one mistake. He forgot about the one man in the city he truly feared, a powerful Don who had once praised my work. I picked up my phone and sent a single, desperate text to his rival: "This is Sarah Jenkins. I need your help."

Mafia Don's Wife: My Sweet Architect Revenge Chapter 1

For years, I was the secret architect behind my fiancé Ethan's success. I even torched my own reputation to cover up his theft, believing he was the love of my life and we were a team.

Waking from a car crash he engineered, I overheard his plan. He had not only caused my accident but also orchestrated the "stress" that led to my miscarriage. Now, he was stealing my masterpiece, "Echoes of the City," and planning a public proposal to trap me in a gilded cage.

At the gala, he left me on stage mid-proposal, the ring clattering to the floor, to rush to his mistress's side. At another party, after she told me he was "relieved" I'd lost our baby, I confronted him. He shoved me hard, sending me sprawling to the floor in front of everyone before walking away with her.

Lying there, humiliated, I realized he didn't see me as a person. I was just a tool to be used and discarded. The love I felt for him didn't just break; it turned into a cold, dark void.

But he made one mistake. He forgot about the one man in the city he truly feared, a powerful Don who had once praised my work. I picked up my phone and sent a single, desperate text to his rival: "This is Sarah Jenkins. I need your help."

Chapter 1

Sarah POV:

Pain came first. A thick, syrupy haze that clung to my thoughts. Then a memory-the shriek of metal, the world tumbling in a kaleidoscope of shattered glass. I woke with a gasp, not in the driver's seat of my mangled sedan, but in my own bed.

My head throbbed, a dull, heavy drumbeat against my skull. The sterile scent of antiseptic stung my nostrils, a bizarre counterpoint to the familiar softness of my own sheets.

Ethan's voice, usually a warm baritone that could soothe any fear, was a low, conspiratorial hiss from the hallway.

"It's handled, Noah," he said. "The plans are on my drive. I'll present them to the Monroes next week. Olivia's father will be ecstatic."

The plans. He meant my plans. "Echoes of the City." My entire career, my soul, bound in blueprints and renderings.

"And Sarah?" a tinny voice replied from the phone. I recognized it instantly: Noah, Ethan's Consigliere. The supposed voice of reason.

"She's fine. A concussion, some bruises. She won't remember the impact," Ethan said, his tone chillingly dismissive. "Besides, I'm proposing at the gala tomorrow night. Once she has a ring on her finger, she won't make a fuss. She'll be too happy."

A cold dread, heavier than any physical pain, began to seep into my bones. He was going to trap me. Use a public proposal to silence me, to make my masterpiece his own.

"It's a big risk, Ethan," Noah warned. "Remember the last time? When you stole that blueprint from Rossi? She saved your ass. Created a whole new design overnight and told the Don the stolen one was her bad first draft. She torched her own reputation for you."

I remembered. I'd lost a prestigious award for that lie. For him.

"This is different," Ethan snapped. "This is for an alliance with the Monroes. This is everything."

"Olivia's part in this... it was reckless," Noah said, his voice lower. "The accidents, the constant pressure... convincing you the baby was a weakness. A man's heir is his strength, not a liability with an outsider."

My breath hitched. My miscarriage. The near-misses on the freeway, the faulty wiring that nearly burned down our home, the endless, grinding stress he'd put me under-it wasn't bad luck. It was a campaign. Orchestrated.

The love I had for him, a vast and naive thing that had defined my world, began to curdle. It wasn't just a flawed relationship. It was a lie. A carefully constructed cage.

My mind, desperate for an escape route, snagged on a memory. An architectural awards ceremony years ago. A man with eyes the color of a stormy sea, the most powerful and feared man in the city, had stopped to praise a small, innovative design of mine. Don Liam Sterling. Months later, at a meeting in his territory, I'd glimpsed a framed article about that same design on his private bookshelf. He never forgot.

Ethan walked back into the room, his face a perfect mask of concern. He sat on the edge of the bed and brushed a strand of hair from my forehead.

"Hey, you're awake," he murmured. "You gave me a scare."

"Who was that?" I asked, my voice a dry rasp.

"Just... Family business, baby," he lied, his eyes offering a sympathy I now knew was utterly fake.

I looked at the man I thought I knew, the man I had loved with everything I had, and saw a stranger. An enemy.

My resolve hardened into something cold and sharp. I would not be his victim. I would not be a footnote in the story of his ambition.

While he was in the shower, I found my phone. My fingers trembled, but my purpose was clear. I pulled up a number I'd saved long ago, a number that felt like holding a live grenade.

I typed out a single, desperate sentence.

This is Sarah Jenkins. Ethan is trying to steal my work to give to the Monroe Family. I need your help.

I hit send, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, and sent my prayer into the darkness, to the city's most feared Don.

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“For years, I was the secret architect behind my fiancé Ethan's success. I even torched my own reputation to cover up his theft, believing he was the love of my life and we were a team. Waking from a car crash he engineered, I overheard his plan. He had not only caused my accident but also orchestrated the "stress" that led to my miscarriage. Now, he was stealing my masterpiece, "Echoes of the City," and planning a public proposal to trap me in a gilded cage. At the gala, he left me on stage mid-proposal, the ring clattering to the floor, to rush to his mistress's side. At another party, after she told me he was "relieved" I'd lost our baby, I confronted him. He shoved me hard, sending me sprawling to the floor in front of everyone before walking away with her. Lying there, humiliated, I realized he didn't see me as a person. I was just a tool to be used and discarded. The love I felt for him didn't just break; it turned into a cold, dark void. But he made one mistake. He forgot about the one man in the city he truly feared, a powerful Don who had once praised my work. I picked up my phone and sent a single, desperate text to his rival: "This is Sarah Jenkins. I need your help."”
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