Pampered By The Ruthless Chicago Don

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 705 | Released on: 09/04/2026

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ly demanding the traditional kiss on the cheek. I stepped forward, leaning in to offer the gestu

ner," she ordered the housekeeper, leaving me

in defeat, I let my body sway slightly, catching myself on the

austion. "I suppose... my husband was far too eager to teach me the Russo

ted in shock, her attempt to humble me instantly twisted into an inappropriate, scandalous joke

tone freezing the room. He was furious at

stricter law. "Since you are now the Mafia Queen, you will attend the family breakfast eve

obedient expression wash over my face. I gl

wedding. He warned that for a woman of my delicate constitution, any undue stress or lack of sleep in these

, though I noticed his large fists clenching at his sides. He knew I was lying through my teeth, yet h

oodline. "You are excused from Sunday breakfasts," she forced

something in his ear. Damien's jaw tightened. He gave me a dark, unreadable look-a silent promise t

rom the wedding: Sophia, with her gentle smile; Gloria, whose eyes immediately scanned my

She didn't bother to lower her voice. "She is just a social climber with a

line gaze to the youngest Russo. "Angelina, what a l

a smug smirk playing on he

you this piece wouldn't suit me. It is far too... simple. Much better sui

ia quickly looked down at her lap, biting her lip to suppress a smile, while Glo

illed with delicate French macarons. Angelina's eyes locked onto the pastr

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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.”