Pampered By The Ruthless Chicago Don

Author: Big Kahuna

Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 664 | Released on: 09/04/2026

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swallowed the dim light, and the air was thick with the lingering scent of expensive cigars, aged whiskey, and polished leath

g. With a heavy sigh, I kicked off the agonizingly tight, pearl-encrus

rted forward, her hands trembling. "Put them back on! If the Don sees you

ching my aching arches. "I highly doubt the D

e pleaded, her voice dropping to a t

he knew the bloody reputation of Damien Russo better than I did. Reluctantly, I slipped my bruised feet back into

d her head and scurried into the adjoining dressing roo

o stepped i

e-piece suit that radiated danger and absolute authority. His jet-black hair was combed back flawless

he silence that follo

ction to him. My father got the Russo family's protection, and Damien got the Rossi le

his cuff shifted, I caught a glimpse of a faded, jagged scar on his

passive object i

ly, deliberately, I lifted the veil myself, tossing it back over my dark curl

ker of genuine shock. I saw his chest stall mid-breath, a silent *Bell

vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling indifference. Without a word, he turne

, a blatant disrega

room, and closed the distance between us. As he reached

asked, my voice low, laced

the amber liquid. He di

is voice a smooth, freezing bariton

ction. "Just 'acceptable'?" I countered, refusing to back down.

ed on the cry

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Pampered By The Ruthless Chicago Don

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“I was sold to Damien Russo, the ruthless Don of Chicago, as collateral in a shipping route transaction. I was expected to be a silent, obedient bride in a cold, loveless marriage. But the moment I stepped into the Russo estate, I realized my new family wanted to completely destroy me. My mother-in-law, Eleonora, and her arrogant relatives immediately targeted me. They set traps in the solarium, mocked my late mother's heritage, and tried to force me into humiliating submission using their strict mafia traditions. They wanted to break my spirit so Damien would replace me with the bride they actually wanted-a purebred mafia princess. They expected me to cower in fear, isolated and helpless, while the whole family watched my public humiliation and waited for my downfall. Did they really think I was just a fragile girl who would cry and run away? They completely underestimated the survival instincts of a woman who grew up in this bloody world. I learned long ago that tears are worthless. "My rules are simple. Vendetta is a two-way street." Instead of breaking, I smiled. I weaponized their own legendary ancestors and the sacred promise of an unborn heir to trap the Matriarch in her own rules, forcing her into a suffocating silence. If they wanted a war for the throne, I would gladly show them exactly why I am the undisputed Mafia Queen.”