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Too Late For Regret, Mafia Capo

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1150    |    Released on: 15/08/2026

tina'

r was thick with the rich aroma of truffles, mixed with the fai

as my b

on, promising me that tonight would i

aring a dark suit, lookin

lecloth, gently took my hand, and fasten

f priceless "blood diamonds," ti

en around much lately. I know this

and looked up at

he heavy mahogany door

a visibly reluctant Leo. Her hair was a

st run a long distance. "Leo is sick, and his

n the corner immedia

ir wives in the hall turned their heads,

g that the head of the family had actually abandon

is mother's hand and

uch!" Leo cried, throwing

inted a trembli

you away!" he screamed, hi

lass of expensive red wine from the

hed all over my chest, sl

Dante's jaw twi

made a loud bang against the har

tely!" Dante commanded, his voi

arms and glared at me fierc

rward, her posture slightly ben

her head and

ween sobs. "It's all my fault. I didn't

itical gazes of the family wive

d, my tone cal

our family, Dante,

at my stained dress, then at hi

up the boy and hurriedly left the restaura

e at the d

ed the wine stains from my skin,

musicians, who stood

aying,"

y own black card to pa

proached me

ill like your birthday ca

it," I

l, delicate cake, and I

lent wish i

ete freedom, to be

k a picture of the cake and uploade

add any

of the club, m

message, desperately apolog

ansfer notification. He had wired anothe

on the couch in

t broke the quiet was not a sound,

let out a faint

revice of the sofa cushion, my fingertip

led through the crack in the door as the l

a brown paper bag conta

table, sat down next to me, and

nd I had to take him to the clinic.

hand on his chest a

ation need

flash of obvious

damental shift

he said. "Why aren't

care anymore,"

ching his jaw, his expre

quickly appeased his ego, reach

ther, Dante. I adm

long breath, lea

recovers, we will have a grand wed

ang, the harsh ringtone shatte

t the screen

phone and presse

tory!" the child's voice came th

ard softly humming a lullaby, with that kind of

ression again, turning to l

waved toward

on my cheek, grabbed his coat

ush that the phone

o his footsteps gradually fade in the hallway, eventually c

ame up from the floorboards. It was the sou

line, the woman's lull

, the screen went black, and the entire apartment

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Too Late For Regret, Mafia Capo
Too Late For Regret, Mafia Capo
“I was about to marry Dante, a ruthless New York Mafia boss. However, just three blocks away from the cathedral, his ex-wife sent a text message saying their son was coughing up blood. This was the third time, and Dante abandoned me at the altar once again, transferring a hundred million dollars to me as compensation instead. I accepted the money, but his ex-wife did not stop there. She moved into my home with her son, faked an illness, and tried to force me out. The last straw that broke me happened at the airport, when the little heir, instigated by his mother, viciously pushed me from behind. I fell hard onto the cold marble floor and lost the child I did not even know I was carrying. As I lay in a pool of my own blood, Dante's mother coldly gave an order over the phone: "The child is dead. You need to protect the living heir and Isabella's status." Dante looked at me, his face full of guilt, but eventually, he turned and walked away with them. To compensate for the child I lost, he threw a massive business empire at me, expecting me to continue waiting in the shadows while he enjoyed his family's bliss. I finally understood that in the face of his mafia bloodline, my loyalty meant absolutely nothing. With a steady hand, I signed the asset transfer documents and did not hesitate to liquidate all the properties he had given me. Then, I boarded a private cartel jet flying to Switzerland. This time, I am going to build an empire of my own!”