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Signing Away The Mafia Don

Signing Away The Mafia Don

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1098    |    Released on: Today at 16:42

d my crippled mafia bos

his throne, he brought home

d ordered me to the kitchens to

I had raised since she was a toddler, st

Rosalie. She dresses like a peasant

to frame me, my own daughter looked Vincenzo

ainting spell at the to

er, letting me tumble violent

d, miscarrying our unborn child, he carried

't und

ath, washed his wasted body, and car

absolute devotion treated

g news about my baby, the last ember

hout asking for a single cent, an

pte

ena

r. From that rooted spot, I watched the syndicate soldiers snap

d faded, my phone vibrated, a low hum agai

ds Dad bought for you. Do not come

of the screen as Vincenzo wrapped his custom

ss man in the city, a man who commanded thousands of sold

d brother, Bastian, had crippled him to steal his territory. I had found Vincenzo on the

key glass he had hurled at the wall when the pain made him feral, and carv

as the ki

reminders of the days t

he had arrived three weeks ago, claiming she needed sanct

guest suite. He gave her his tim

e upper floor, taking the sweepin

m. The pale pink dress I had spent three weeks sewing for her lay in sh

e lifted her chin, mimicking the haughty look Rosalie always wore. "Aunt Rosal

f my throat. I swallowed, and the high collar of my

I had rocked her to sleep when the sound of

t me like I was d

enzo's frame filled the doorway. His dark eyes swept ov

the unassailable authority of the Don. "Go to the kitchens. Prepare

of his footsteps on the m

, a tremor starting in my h

al dumpster near the outdoor fire pit. They did not grant it the dignity of flame, treating my years o

e house. A maid answered it and handed it

s Vin

aid. His tone was softer than it had been in mo

before I

broke free and clogged the drain. I did not retrieve it, merel

the maid next to me whispered.

pped

aff knew the interloper's

drew me from the kitchen. I

polished marble. Vincenzo caught her by the wai

ghed softly, her fingers splayed against t

swered, his attention rem

he bone-deep weariness of those five years. H

so tired o

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Signing Away The Mafia Don
Signing Away The Mafia Don
“For five years, I nursed my crippled mafia boss husband back to health. But the moment he reclaimed his throne, he brought home his childhood friend, Rosalie. He gave her the master suite and ordered me to the kitchens to prepare food like a common maid. Even my eight-year-old stepdaughter, whom I had raised since she was a toddler, started looking at me with absolute disgust. "I wish you were my real mother, Aunt Rosalie. She dresses like a peasant and doesn't belong in our bloodline." When Rosalie orchestrated a fake kidnapping to frame me, my own daughter looked Vincenzo in the eyes and lied to support the mistress. Then, Rosalie faked a fainting spell at the top of the grand staircase. Vincenzo rushed up to catch her, letting me tumble violently down the hard marble steps. As I lay paralyzed in a pool of my own blood, miscarrying our unborn child, he carried her away without sparing me a single glance. I didn't understand. I had pulled him from the edge of death, washed his wasted body, and carved the wooden cane he used to walk. Why was my five years of absolute devotion treated like disposable garbage? When the doctor delivered the crushing news about my baby, the last ember of affection I held for him went cold. I signed the annulment papers without asking for a single cent, and vanished from the city forever.”