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The Broken Don: Losing My Only Queen

Author: Dolores

Chapter 1 Chapter 1

Word Count: 949 | Released on: Today at 15:00

ss Mafia Don-stitching his gunshot wounds, surviving gang

was forged in blo

e crawled back to the ci

of syndicate money to buy back her ancestral estate. He abandoned me in a bridal boutique for twelve hours-just to go hang a vintage c

the blood pooli

. Alone. I signed the surgical consent forms myself while he d

his knees and clutching my bloodied c

d into a studio on the East Side. Started de

he underworld reduced to a ghost with ruined shoes. He thinks I'l

s w

rophy in my hand and a good man on one knee. And when I catch a gl

is is a story of what happens when a q

pte

n's

ded in my lap

y engagement ring in the lamplight, when my p

ke. Alone. Beautiful in that fragile, f

ady circling like vultures,

jaw. "Your childhood flame just crawled back to

but I was already asking the wrong ma

ckle vibrated through my cheekbone, warm and dismissiv

ond on my finger-the one he'd slid there s

ieved

me fever medicine when we were nothing but two nobodies in a safe house. The man who had

s wounds. Five years of lo

into the silk gown we'd chosen for tonight's

into the living room

t the city lights. Smoke curled from his fingers. The

old slid do

e velvet cushions whe

ce up. Screen

't. But my fingers were already reach

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: Reclaiming

ed to cement

illion.

was just a gutter rat with bloody knuckles and nothing to lo

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ctly behind me. Low. Res

taught me one thing: never flin

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aid. My voice didn't waver. "For to

at me for one

d the room in three strides, pulling me against his chest wit

with you," he murmured into

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rhythm that had lulled me

illion-dollar question

time I buried the

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The Broken Don: Losing My Only Queen

Dolores Mafia

“For five years, I was the shadow of the city's most ruthless Mafia Don-stitching his gunshot wounds, surviving gang wars, and believing every promise he whispered in the dark. I thought our love was forged in blood and unbreakable. Until his childhood flame crawled back to the city with nothing but debt. Suddenly, the man who once sprinted through a blizzard to bring me medicine had no time for me. He secretly wired fifty million dollars of syndicate money to buy back her ancestral estate. He abandoned me in a bridal boutique for twelve hours-just to go hang a vintage chandelier for her. When I brought him homemade soup, he shoved me violently against a doorframe to protect her from a tiny, fake scratch. He never noticed the blood pooling down my legs. I lost our two-month-old baby on an operating table that night. Alone. I signed the surgical consent forms myself while he drove off into the rain because she was scared of a thunderstorm. When he finally returned, weeping on his knees and clutching my bloodied consent form, my heart was already dead. I walked away. Left the penthouse keys. Moved into a studio on the East Side. Started designing dresses instead of stitching wounds. Now he stands in the rain outside my office, the former king of the underworld reduced to a ghost with ruined shoes. He thinks I'll soften. He thinks a few tears can erase five years of betrayal. He's wrong. Because I'm standing on a stage at Paris Fashion Week, a crystal trophy in my hand and a good man on one knee. And when I catch a glimpse of his hollow face in the shadows, I feel nothing but relief. This is not a story of forgiveness. This is a story of what happens when a queen remembers she doesn't need a king.”