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Loved A Machine: The Mafia Queen's Awakening

Loved A Machine: The Mafia Queen's Awakening

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1443    |    Released on: Today at 19:57

e most feared Mafia Don in New Yo

, I found a custom AI bot programme

ildhood ward, Serena. The messages were a sacchari

had poured my hear

sing drama, he was busy sending extra guards

nging me lobster, yet meticulously tracked Serena'

icate wedding, my phone li

trieval. I have to escort Seren

cage, acting as a glorified maid while he

le security networks for he

I didn't put on my

AI code to the underworld's gossip network

marry hi

pte

nna

, I breached my fiancé's encrypted server. Inside, I did not find state secrets or riv

hy across my hands as I traced the lines

ted. But sitting alone in a penthouse for five years with nothing but time and a chip on your shoulder sharpens certain skills. Dante knew this

s a vis

era. He built impenetrable money-laundering networks and cyber-security systems that could humble a go

and a man whose quietest

ring my heart out to a script he had named,

neutral ground for our syndicate wedding. The texts sent from behind the curtain of a bridal fitting, surrounde

lways there, imme

erst

y sa

ausing

n whose station as Boss of the New York und

the unencrypted fo

beled with a sin

ring a mafia war when they were kids, and sinc

chat logs b

re not short.

use it is raining and she gets nervous in storms. He promises, with writt

lling. Then

e day before his re

gone this close to the wedding? G

n't. She lack

na:

my fingers, traveling up my arms until I h

th a sound no louder than a sigh, just

ing room. He is wearing a dark, impeccably tailored suit that seemed to absorb the light in the room. He sm

when he sees me si

ture of his

he asks, his voice

ay, my own voice a thread of

e and throws his sui

mething," he says. "Do not wait up li

nds that have ended li

too talkative,

fre

all as he turned his head, the movement slow

asking me tha

wer the q

out a har

yes," he say

an exampl

bar and pours himse

"You tell me the florist changed the color of the roses. You t

e to do?" I ask, forcing my throat to s

ss down hard on the crystal tray, th

l with federal agents and rival cartels all day. I should not have to manage

ok a

er the c

ail, and Dante immediately sending a car to take h

ever required to

e penthouse's air conditioning suddenly

into a dangerous scowl, and

ight?" he asks softly, the questi

stand up and face him, the sp

of acting like a man and telling me to be quie

ained from D

rible, rising anger warred in

the words not shouted, but they seemed to pres

t him, offeri

k of his neck, the caught man van

the narrative. "You always complained that I never use m

s chest rise and fall, counting the seconds it took for the

able security net

an AI to

, and I walk away, leaving him al

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Loved A Machine: The Mafia Queen's Awakening
Loved A Machine: The Mafia Queen's Awakening
“Five days before my wedding to the most feared Mafia Don in New York, I breached his private server. I didn't find cartel intel. Instead, I found a custom AI bot programmed to auto-reply to my text messages. Beside it rested unencrypted chat logs with his childhood ward, Serena. The messages were a saccharine scroll of warmth and devotion I had never known. For five years, I had poured my heart out to a machine. While he used a script to tell me to stop causing drama, he was busy sending extra guards for Serena because she was scared of the rain. He routinely forgot my lethal seafood allergy, bringing me lobster, yet meticulously tracked Serena's menstrual cycle so she wouldn't touch cold water. On the morning of our Syndicate wedding, my phone lit up with a final message. "Skip the traditional bridal retrieval. I have to escort Serena on her run to keep her calm." I had spent years living in a bulletproof cage, acting as a glorified maid while he gave his humanity entirely to another woman. Why did he build impenetrable security networks for her, but an AI to shut me up? I didn't cry, and I didn't put on my custom bridal gown. Instead, I canceled the venue, uploaded his AI code to the underworld's gossip network, and boarded a flight a thousand miles away. Let him marry his machine.”