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Saved By The Ruthless Rival Don

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 807    |    Released on: 15/12/2025

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nt flux between the blasting warmth of the heater in Julian's S

enough to bring the c

riven away yet. He was standing in the middle of

ackled, heavy with a vi

rous rumble that vibrated through the open door and settled

s. "She slipped. She's clumsy. And she's drama

from your negligence two days ago," Julian snarled, his han

ft. This is family

an Marcus, broader, and infinitely more lethal. "You made that clear

sudden, ugly rage. "Izzy is the future of this family! Ellie is... Ellie is just

him. Eve

gg

ng him

ribs like a hot knife. Chloe was beside m

spered, her eyes

rasped, my throat raw

ing to a whisper that was somehow louder than a scream,

ound he had already lost. "For her?

ith a terrifyi

us's jaw with a sickening cr

ck, blood spurting

weapons in a synchronized

led their assault

tan

" I sc

e shaking uncontrollably, my dress clung to

o the void b

," Julian said, not taking

He was wiping blood from his mouth, star

I asked him, my voic

nd. "Take your things. Take your pathetic little design firm. Just go. I

?" Julian asked,

me one last time, his eyes dead. "You're dea

hing with a mixture of horror a

their car. T

dn't lo

in the mud, watching the

in his eyes vanished, replaced by someth

is voice rough. "I shou

d just in t

where Marcus had fa

. Hollowed out

ke a shackle. I pulled it off. It le

o the dark wat

Maine," I sa

back into the car, his hand

e now, Elli

he wreckage of my marriage behind, I loo

a husband. I was lea

r the first time in nine years,

over. The war wa

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Saved By The Ruthless Rival Don
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“For nine years, I was the perfect mafia wife. I laundered Marcus Thorne's money through my design firm, smiled at his dinners, and ignored the lipstick stains on his collars. I believed in the Omertà of our marriage. I thought my loyalty was my armor. I was wrong. On the night of our anniversary gala, a car lost control and barreled straight toward us in the parking lot. Marcus didn't look at me. Not once. He lunged for his mistress, Izzy, tackling her to safety behind a concrete pillar. I was left standing in the open. The impact threw me like a ragdoll. I lay bleeding on the cold asphalt, my body broken, watching through the haze as my husband frantically checked his mistress for scratches. "My ankle," she whimpered. Without a backward glance, he picked her up and carried her to his limousine, leaving me to bleed out on the pavement. He didn't leave me because he panicked. He left me because I was just a shield he used to protect what he actually loved. As darkness crept in, a shadow fell over me. It wasn't Marcus. It was Julian Croft, his sworn rival. I looked at the empty spot where my husband should have been and made a choice. "Get me to the hospital," I rasped, staring into the eyes of the enemy. "And then help me burn his empire to the ground."”
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