My Mafia Husband

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The venue was adorned with bright lights, so vivid that even a blind person could feel their warmth. Tables were lavi

e music was loud enough to be heard from miles away. People danced energetically, eventually tiring from the sheer exuberance

t laid the foundation of this company, I faced countless challenges. There were times when I was

he DJ, who immediately resumed the lively music. Everyone continued to dance, en

ight's revelry. Diego, however, had limited himself to just two bottles of Scotch and was relati

warmly, covered his nose in disgust. Her heart sank, feeling pathetic and weak under his cold gaze. Diego didn't

. The bruise on Vivian's face from the previous night still throbbed,

ize Diego had been staring at her for almost an hour, growing angrier by the minute at her lack of response. He finall

meal with trembling hands. Diego ate with satisfaction, and soon after, he fell i

Diego never looked her in the eyes with kindness; he only beat her or treated her like a servant. She hadn't had a good meal

in the vows she had taken, even though Diego showed no signs of changing. Her life was

anged into a fresh set of clothes. She needed to look presentable, if only for herself. As she look

Ethan's visit. Maybe, just maybe, she could find the strength to leave Diego and st

lace to stay. She could reach out to Ethan; perhaps he could help her. The tho

him feeling triumphant, and for a moment, he treated Vivian with a semblance o

arefully. She needed to be cautious, not to provoke

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, his eyes narrowin

ice shaking. "You treat me like I'm nothing. You hurt

You think you can leave me?" he sh

e of fear but also

she said quietly. "I

r her. "You'll never leave m

er moment. If she didn't act now, she might never get another chance.

dodged his grasp and ran to the bedroom, wher