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My Husband Sold Me to the Don

Chapter 8 8

Word Count: 769    |    Released on: Today at 11:14

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y to ground himself, to prove he still owned something while the Don's silence stripped him of his sanity. He was trying to mask his p

tely pulled my han

logy into my voice. "Josie has been waking up in the middle

hout sounding like a monster. More importantly, he didn't have the courage to force the issue while his standing wit

focating tension in the t

ks with Josie, when heavy footsteps echoed in the hall. One of Hudson's

m, still wearing his silk robe. "A message from Mr. Solis. He wan

sy. *Frederick 'Freddie' Solis.* The Falcone family's Consigliere didn't just invite Associates for d

ring to dress properly before rushing down the hal

olite invitations for drinks. Freddie's men had simply kicked down the door and dragged me away. Damien was altering the rules of the game. He had investigated me, and now he w

bedroom felt like a tom

rrogant swagger from this morning was entirely go

" he ordered the nanny, his

e brass-rimmed mirror, I watched him sit heavily on the edge of our bed. He buried his face in his hands, his s

ole of the broken, tragic hero to perfec

he hairbrush fall to my la

e swallowed hard, making sure I saw his 'pain'. "Freddie told me tonight. The Don...

painting his greedy, calculated transaction as a tyrannical *Don's Command*. He

as I stood up, playing the terrified, devo

ders. "It's a command! If I refuse, he'll kill me. He'l

leaded, gripping his lapels, looking up at him with wide, desperate eyes. "We take my dowry and we

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“My husband, Hudson Higgins, used my dowry to buy his way into the Chicago underworld while his family treated me like a servant in my own home. I endured their insults for the sake of my five-year-old daughter, Josie. But then, the unthinkable happened. I found Josie's small, lifeless body by the garden fountain, while my sister-in-law Karly and mother-in-law Eleanor stood by, complaining about their party plans. "She was just too naughty," Karly sneered, adjusting her pearls over my dead child. When I turned to Hudson for help, he looked at me with dead eyes and told me it was just her fate. In that moment of absolute grief, I remembered the words of the ruthless Don Damien Falcone: "Your husband is a man who knows how to close a deal." The truth sliced through me like a blade. Hudson hadn't just ignored the Don's interest in me; he had actively sold me to the Devil of Chicago to buy his seat at the table. He let his family punish me for the very sin he committed. I had lost everything-my dignity, my mother, and now my baby-all sacrificed for a man who traded his wife's body for power. The sorrow in my chest evaporated, replaced by a scorching, blinding thirst for a blood vendetta. After lunging at Hudson and feeling the world explode into white, I opened my eyes to find myself back in the winter of 1928. It was the exact night the nightmare began, and Don Damien Falcone was walking toward me in his penthouse. This time, I won't be the broken bird in his gilded cage. If Hudson wants to use me to climb the ranks, I will use the Don's dark obsession to burn the Higgins family to the ground.”
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