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Betrayed By Him: Marrying The Mafia Ghost

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 809    |    Released on: Today at 11:12

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Moretti had proven to be exactly what he promised: a ruthless, impenetrable shield. Today, I was attending the memorial of Enzo Moret

the Moretti estate on the Gold Coast. Before my heels even touched the

eonora M

r of the Falcones, she had looked at me with thinly veiled disdain. No

practiced sorrow. "To see you shining like a diamond after such a terrible ord

Luca wealth and the power my new proximity to Damien represented. The Falcones had taug

perfectly hollow. I gently but firmly extracted my hands from her

scent of lilies and expensive cologne. After paying my re

leaned in, smelling of scotch and desperation. "Seeing you here... it brings back so man

, my gaze sweeping the room.

ight and bright for a memorial. Genevieve 'Vivi' Russo. She was glar

glance over my shoulder. It lasted barely two seconds-a look that started as

elica when I wasn't looking. Angelo thought he was playing a brilli

neled library. Angelo had followed me like a stray dog. Genevieve hovered near the doorway, sulking, while Ange

ed us. "Can I get you anyth

Single ice sphere, with a toasted orange peel. She loves that flavor."

letting my eyes rest coldly on his mistress. "I believe Miss R

outh. "Get her a Bee's Knees. Just use the moonshine from the bac

shed down on the lib

the highly specific, unrefined liquor preferences of a random gue

, guilty flush. "I... I think I heard Isabella mention it once," he

ted with nervous energy. Muttering a fractured excuse about needin

just handed me the rope to hang him with. I turned my attention to Sofia, calculating exa

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Betrayed By Him: Marrying The Mafia Ghost
Betrayed By Him: Marrying The Mafia Ghost
“I had been locked in a freezing cellar for three days, starving and waiting for my husband, Marco, to save me. Instead, the iron door opened to reveal his mistress holding a toddler with Marco's exact face. Marco wasn't sterile like he had claimed for years. He just wanted my De Luca family trust funds. With my husband watching coldly, his mistress and a corrupt doctor pinned me to the concrete floor. "We're going to carve you up until you're unrecognizable, then throw you in the lake," she laughed. The most chilling part wasn't the affair. It was the realization that my mother-in-law, the mafia matriarch I had served faithfully for three years, had personally signed my death warrant to save their crumbling empire. The scalpel sliced deep into my cheek, permanently destroying my face as warm blood poured down my neck. I had given them everything. I used my family's money to pay off his secret gambling debts and endured endless insults about being a barren wife, only to realize the entire family viewed me as nothing but a pig to be slaughtered for cash. In the suffocating darkness, I didn't pray for mercy. I swore a blood oath. I didn't die in that cellar. Saved by a legendary rival boss, I stood outside the Falcone estate three weeks later. I pushed open the heavy oak doors to my own memorial service, the jagged red scar on my face silencing the hall. "I'm afraid your plans to inherit my estate will have to be postponed," I smiled at my terrified husband.”
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