Eight Years of Leeching,One Night of Revenge

my fiancé's rise from a slum

n condom wrapper and a love note from him inside th

ian and his mother publicly humili

ti-million-dollar penthouse and le

nearly killed my baby by leaving

r to the hospital and returned for my th

deserved a Made Man," he sneered,

g. She's going to give

blood debts, only to be thrown out like

rgot one cr

funded his priva

y phone, and sent the undeniable proof of his a

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ence; she offered a sycophantic toast as her designer bag, left carelessly unzipped, bumped against the arm of my chair. The purse tipped, spilling its conten

nd a handwritten note. The messy scrawl rea

wore a diamond necklace that glittered with breathtaking expense-a necklace I recognized instantly. It was from a private collection I had once admired at a syndi

t porcelain, the boisterous laughter of the Made Men-it all seemed to d

ect, innocent college student I had so generously sponsored, dress

note across the crisp white tablecloth, sto

igned shock. She let out a soft gasp and

pletely flat and devoid of the

er and a note from my fiancé

g sure the nearby soldiers and associates were watching

ous about the adult world. I asked Lucian for a joke gift to celebrate my enrol

g face, unmoved by th

f it was just a joke gift, why is the w

e another lie, a heavy hand

He radiated the dangerous, violent energy that made him such a feared Capo in the

y, his grip on my shoulder tigh

es are making you paran

ables to hear, he added, "My bond with Livia is purely pl

the cold, unmistakable warni

silence. I refused to degrade myself by arguing with him while

up, tapping her crystal glass with a silv

ectly at me, her face tw

er fundamental duties," she announced loudly to the entire room. "Furthermore, sh

e bloodline," she continued, demanding a strict proba

nt, cruelly suggesting that Livia might be the one truly

Lucian's territory started laughing, ea

issive and sweet, while mocking m

sneered. "The only reason she has a seat at this

ned so hard m

who paid off his blood debts when he was a nobody rotting in the slums. I bankrolle

this blatant disresp

ting the cashmere blanket a

rved wood, before I shifted my weight and began the long walk toward the exit,

to the kitchens, I heard the Matriarch tal

she hissed, "she needs to

ped out into the biting cold night air. My drive

m to take me to the penthouse, despe

the penthouse

head before walking into my master bedroom. I went stra

vault had be

e heavy steel door was resting slightly ajar. I p

rse, the untraceable gold bars left to me

ver my skin. With trembling hands, I pulled out

xtbooks and modest dining hall meals. Now, it was a

d been uploaded ex

rubbing my stolen La Mer cream onto her bare feet. Resting next to

h the photo, the words burni

my three casinos and the entire la

. She had uploaded it f

holding the camera-a silhouette with the same broad shoulders I had clung to for eight years. Lucian had not just given he