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The Mafia Don's Regret: Torturing His True Savior

The Mafia Don's Regret: Torturing His True Savior

Author: Hua Jian
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1104    |    Released on: 06/01/2026

s of my left hand-my drawing hand

unishment

d a single phone call fr

the woman who allegedly saved his life f

ve, Alana," he whispered, watching th

ring an archite

ng when he was a boy. He treats her like a living s

is al

e was at a cheerleading

ne in that

found the bleedi

tellen" because he was too terr

arriage torturing his tru

y burned away my fear, l

dn't

en I retrieved a burner phone hidden in

of his sworn enemy,

he agony in my hand. "And I have the controlling shares of

pte

na

a leather-bound edition of Dante's Inferno, I realized that savin

a cruel

s used to be, sealing you

ble of the master bathroom, the grout

bed with a violent rhythm that syn

et and black was already

unishment

offe

le phone call from

the woman who allegedly saved his life w

but agony shot up my arm-h

dn't

ng somewhere aroun

hmat, inches from my nose, b

from Joyce lit

te of champagne, her smile wi

victory. The Don favors

ntil the pixels blurred

a text f

tes. This lesson was necessary for your growth

o

ring an architec

ing me in wine

e nausea as the room

y chest, shielding it like a broke

e was to

g. The guards were pat

master suite, but the pain had

e fear, leaving only

feet silent on the plush carpet,

t to Austen's

cured with a bi

in the c

's bi

d open with a s

usually stung like a slap,

and approached

oking for, but I knew the foundatio

o see the

ed his

I had watched him type it a tho

_Lif

crypted drive lab

o file dated two weeks after th

cked

kier, stripped of its curre

re. I couldn't breathe. Joyce dragged me out. She burned

fr

nished fro

dio, needing to h

ragged

, I was the one i

heir to the Ballard crime fa

e one wh

tellen" because he was too terr

a cheerleading cam

e story. She had

n treated her like a living sa

ting his savior by punis

wn at my cr

y designs, my sanity-all sac

't fee

lt c

co

he laptop

a wife

igliere plan

pulled a burner phone from th

ed from a heavy card stock slippe

ang

e answered, rough wi

ton Und

s sworn

ce raspy but steady. "And I have the co

on the other end,

is

burn Austen Ballard's kingdom to ash

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