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Losing My Queen: The Don's Downfall

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 486    |    Released on: Today at 13:47

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t, trying to use that crushing psychological pressure to force me to pu

hol mixed with bitter artifici

dump the filth into the trash-when my eyes accidentally ca

froze in

d to me-my grandmother's sacred Sicilian a

rayed, and the sacred amulet itself was cracked so bad

" I rasped at Dante, my finger t

matter. "She found it in the back seat of the car and thou

ed, utterly indifferent to the desecration of my family relic, as if it

that detonated in my chest, burning away

ung

k. The shattered amulet's jagged edges bit de

doctored wine-glass explode

edge of the heavy poker table and heaved

hrough the air like a po

m plunged into

will never bow to your twisted rules a

I spun on my heel and mar

suffocating lounge and in

ushed bone. "Walk out now, and next week'

me to my knees. "Without my protection, you're nothing!" he ro

myself free

my eyes as dead

en night without looking back, coldly severing the l

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Losing My Queen: The Don's Downfall
Losing My Queen: The Don's Downfall
“My husband, Dante, is the cold-blooded mafia boss of New York whose very name makes people tremble. For four whole years, I devoted myself heart and soul to being his wife. Yet after I lost my forty-seventh underground poker game-a game they'd rigged-his first love, Talia, deliberately proposed that I sign a marriage-nullification agreement as my punishment. Not only that. She also converted my late parents' safe house into her private art studio without asking anyone. I stormed over in fury to confront her, but she got one step ahead of me and faked an arm injury. Dante rushed to comfort her and shoved me aside without a thought. I slipped on the wet paint and crashed hard into the marble console. I lay crumpled on the floor, gasping in pain, unable to move, while he looked down at me with nothing but pure disgust in his eyes. "It's just a few bumps and bruises. Do you really have to throw a tantrum like a lunatic?" Then one day I found his top-secret notebook, which stated in black and white: One more glance at her, he had written, was almost more than he could bear. But her eyes carried a hint of Talia, and that was enough. My heart froze into ice in an instant. From beginning to end, I had been nothing but a cheap stand-in for the woman he truly longed for. Snapping my phone's SIM card in half, I boarded a one-way flight to our mortal enemy, the Southern Syndicate. This time, I would never look back.”