Pampered By The Ruthless Chicago Don

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 661 | Released on: 09/04/2026

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ack. The velvet comforter fell away, exposing me to the chill of the room

en I am speaking to you," he wa

the Don's wrath. "And do not forget the first co

nt he signed them. I didn't bother explaining. Instead, I ca

head out, her fac

band of the fi

ifying gaze. "My lady has the right to wake

nt urge to reassert his dominance. But a Don's word was his bond. To break the contract on the very first day wa

barked at the guard stationed outside t

e for a contract. I smiled into my pillow

awake near noon. Damien was sitting in the velvet armchair opposite the bed, a boo

d-" he began, his bariton

the dark, bruising marks he had left across my collarbone. "If you hadn't been so.

he reprimand died ins

lined up three bullets of red lipstick on the silver tray and pushed them toward his re

cked the deepest, blood-red shade and applied it meticulously. I stood, walking over to his chair, and leaned

the fragrance?

a stiff, barely percep

laugh, pulling ba

it was well past lunch. The glass room was suffocatingly warm,

. She didn't look up immediately. She took her time, taking a slow sip from her bone china teacup befo

tly polite but laced with unmistakable venom. "I thought

me, offering no excuse f

. "Maria, go fetch Sophia and Gloria. And see if Angelina has finished her

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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.”