The Mafia Don's Runaway Heiress Wife

Chapter 6

Word Count: 675 | Released on: 08/05/2026

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rnoon. *In a coffin.* His promise echoed in my skull as Sofia parked

understanding nod. She knew the stakes. She had seen the fresh, angry marks Damien had left on my ski

suffocating scent of dried herbs and harsh antiseptic. An elderly Polish pharmacis

e detected?" I asked, keepi

t," he rasped, hi

sts inside my coat pockets. "Then I need the st

is head. "No. It is against God's will, *Pro

eel. "And is it not a greater cruelty to bring an unwanted child into a world

unadulterated desperation of a woman backed into a lethal corner. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he

e it immediate

manent silence-and hurried back out to the car, clutching the small bott

ien

indows of my penthouse office. I stared at the city, the amber liquid in my crysta

manded without

ski's Apothecary in the Polish Village this afternoon, Boss. I stayed in the alley across

y jaw clenc

high-class lady was asking

air like a guns

y throat. Last night, after I had finally broken the year-long wall between us in a fit of possessive rage, she had looked me de

ll a smo

heir. She thought she could use my own blood to trap me, to make herself an untouchable queen in my empire while p

d, sensing the letha

I felt for my wife in this moment was absolute. She wante

ly calm. "Tell them we are attending Countess De Luca's charity

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Out Of Town Mafia

“Three years ago, I used my family's tech empire to marry Damien Moretti, a ruthless mafia Underboss. I naively thought my devotion could melt his frozen heart. But a year ago, he paraded his mistress at our family gala just because she had the face of his dead ex. When my pathetic jealousy boiled over and I stabbed him with a letter opener, he didn't kill me. Instead, he banished me to the freezing, decaying West Wing of his estate. For a whole year, I was locked away like a ghost. He flaunted his mistress, orchestrated a hostile takeover of my family's company, and let his maids treat me like garbage. When I knelt outside his door begging for a divorce, he just gripped my jaw and delivered a death sentence. "The only way you leave this family is in a coffin." The naive girl who begged for his love died in that cold room. I finally realized I was nothing but a profitable ledger entry to him. When he finally opened my door again, expecting to see a broken prisoner, I slapped him across his bleeding face. "The deal is done. I want a divorce." I walked straight out into the freezing Chicago rain, secretly swallowed a bottle of emergency contraceptives to kill any chance of carrying his heir, and prepared to tear up his mafia rules myself.”