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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

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who brought me vanilla latte

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aste of fear and copper coating my ton

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

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

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n fli

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From Tortured Wife To Mafia Queen
From Tortured Wife To Mafia Queen
“I posted a photo of baby shoes to celebrate my pregnancy. Two hours later, my husband was holding jumper cables. Kaeden, the Mafia Capo who swore to protect me, stood under the buzzing fluorescent lights of the basement. He didn't look like the man who brought me vanilla lattes. He looked like a monster. His "fragile" childhood friend, Clemmie, had convinced him that my innocent post was a signal to our enemies. "Discipline," Kaeden muttered, refusing to look at my weeping face. "She needs to learn the cost of her voice." He ordered low voltage-just enough to scare me. But the moment he walked out the door, unable to watch, Clemmie smiled. "He's not coming back for you," she whispered. She cranked the dial all the way to the right. She didn't just want to teach me a lesson. She wanted to stop my heart so she could harvest it for herself. And my husband had already signed the release forms. But they made one mistake. They left the cleanup to Alois, the family's most ruthless Enforcer. He didn't bury me. He saved me. Now, while Kaeden cries over a fake grave, consumed by guilt, I am watching from the shadows. Daria Burris died in that chair. The woman who survived is coming for blood.”
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