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Rescued And Claimed By The Underworld Boss

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 648    |    Released on: 22/05/2026

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“For six years, I guarded my fiancé's empty grave through blizzards and thunderstorms, surviving multiple suicide attempts because the guilt of his fatal car crash was eating me alive. Until an anonymous message led me to a luxury penthouse, where I found him perfectly healthy, his arms wrapped around his former secretary's pregnant belly. He had faked his own death to escape his mafia blood oath, keep the dirty money, and dump me. When I confronted him, he violently shoved me into a stone fireplace, leaving me bleeding out on the marble floor. "If anything happens to my new family, I will enact a Vendetta on you that will make the last six years look like a joke." To protect his pristine facade, he threatened to cancel my dying adoptive mother's heart transplant unless I publicly confessed to being a delusional stalker. I complied, but his mistress still snuck into the ICU, verbally abused my mother, and bribed the organ broker to back out. My mother flatlined right in front of me. I didn't understand how the man I had mourned for over two thousand days could watch me freeze in the snow for a box of dirt, only to coldly orchestrate the murder of my only family. Holding my mother's ashes, I scheduled a video exposing his dirty money, and jumped off the cross-river bridge. But I didn't die. When I opened my eyes, the city's most lethal Mafia Don was standing by my bed, offering me a gun and a throne built from their ashes.”