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From Tortured Wife To Mafia Queen

From Tortured Wife To Mafia Queen

Author: Xia Yingxi
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1023    |    Released on: 08/01/2026

ebrate my pregnancy. Two hours later,

protect me, stood under the buzzin

who brought me vanilla latte

mie, had convinced him that my innoc

ng to look at my weeping face. "She n

voltage-just en

d out the door, unable

g back for you,

dial all the w

lesson. She wanted to stop my heart

d already signed

left the cleanup to Alois, the

bury me. H

fake grave, consumed by guilt,

is died in

survived is co

pte

ia

ranger in a ski mask; he was the man who had

hus

fed basement. His tailored Italian suit was pristine-a charcoal armor tha

look like

remembered to bring me vani

yndicate, a man who could order a city block

etachment that inflicted more damage than the l

aste of fear and copper coating my ton

nk. He didn't

ed the dial on

e room, vibrating against my

the warmth I used to sleep beside; it was a flat, dead thing

ly against the cold steel chair. "It was just a photo

es," a soft, feminine v

out from the sha

g, with eyes that held a darkn

cep, her fingers curling possess

a razor blade. "She thinks because she carries your name, she can disrespect your a

inst the restraints until my skin burned

n fli

aw a crack in his armor-a flash of horror

y stomach, then snap

ing him in her toxicity, remindi

e can't keep a secret now, what happens when the Feds press her? She's w

n har

y the brutal resolve that made hi

g more like a prayer for forgiveness than a com

soldier standing

ir leaving my lungs. "Ka

me as if he couldn't bear to witness his own senten

r flipped

a

ot seizure that ripped through every nerv

off the chair,

alistic, echoing off the concrete walls un

pping off the bone, like I was b

, si

r, sweat stinging my eyes, my bod

ie's voice w

hair and leaned in, her

expensive perfu

ugh her eyes were locked on mine, glittering with trium

r, his shoulders stiff, tensio

Clemmie command

my voice cracking in

't turn

d out of

med shut, sealing my fate

it was the ugliest t

d over to

fingers hovere

oftly, savoring the words. "An

dial all the w

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