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She Jumped: The Mafia King's Eternal Regret

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 785    |    Released on: 07/01/2026

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She Jumped: The Mafia King's Eternal Regret
She Jumped: The Mafia King's Eternal Regret
“I spent five years protecting Grafton Mcleod, the ruthless King of Chicago. Not because I loved him, but because I swore a blood oath to his dying brother to keep him alive. On the day my contract ended, I placed my resignation on his desk. Grafton didn't just refuse it; he laughed. "You don't resign, Cayla. You belong to me." He thought I was a jealous, obsessed assistant in love with him. He let his cruel fiancée, Cherrelle, torment me daily. He forced me to drain my own blood to save her after she faked an accident. He threw me into a freezing fountain when she lied about me pushing her. But the final straw came when he dragged me to a syndicate gala. He didn't take me as a guest. He put me on stage, in a silk dress and a collar, and sold me to his enemy for five million dollars. "This is what happens to property that misbehaves," he sneered as the gavel came down. I escaped that night, but I didn't run away. I drove to the bridge where his brother died. I left my phone on the railing and let the icy water take me, finally free of my debt. It was only when Grafton stood on that bridge, holding my cracked phone, that he learned the truth. He unlocked it and saw my wallpaper. It wasn't him. It was his dead brother. And the diary inside revealed that the woman he was about to marry was the one who had ordered the hit that killed him.”
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