Mafia King's First Love

Author: Lana Adler

Chapter 1 Cloe William

Word Count: 1418 | Released on: 23/09/2024

wd with growing unease. Where was Ethan? Her heart raced as she searched for a familiar face, but there was no sign of him. No sign of anyone fro

racing thoughts. As she stood there, the noise around her seemed to fade-airport taxis honking, travelers greeti

p beside her. The door opened, and a man stepped out, sharply dressed in

His voice was pol

he replied cautiously, her fingers twitching slightly,

nt me to pick you up from

Mrs. Taylor? She felt her breath

intended, her gaze locking on him as though the fo

maintained his professionalism. "I suppos

tanding still as the world around her kept moving. Luggage carts rattled nearby, people hurried past her, yet all of it bl

e ground had shifted beneath her feet. She forced herself to nod, thoug

ment settled over her shoulders like a heavy cloak, making the warm glow of the airport's lights feel distant and co

indow, the city lights reflecting in her wide, unseeing eyes. E

ate, its familiar stone walls and perfectly manicured gardens bathed in the soft glow of twilight. This was the place she grew up,

lliams. She smiled softly to herself. Soon, she would become Cloe Taylor-Ethan's wife. Their childhood love, once just a dream, was now on

of jasmine filled the evening air, but something felt... off. The mansion loomed before her, silent and still. The grand oak

mind whirling with confusion. Where was everyone? She had expected someone-anyone-from the family to be waiting

front of the mansion. Her stomach tightene

not yo

efore her, just as she remembered-ornate chandeliers, polished surfaces gleaming under the golden light. But somethi

in these halls-taller, more confident, her long, orange hair cascading down her back, glowing against her pearl-white skin. Her green eyes flickered like ocean waves, and

ther step, a cold, sharp

finally

turned and saw Elizabeth Taylor standing at the top of the staircase. Her imposing figure was frame

a Ro

a shadow, always competing for his attention. And now, here she was, standi

Sofia d

miled and spoke, "Hello,

aids exchanged uneasy glances, shifting uncomfortably. So

d, a mocking smirk curli

d why Elizabeth was behaving this way. Where was the warmth, the welcome she ha

with loathing. As they approached, Sofia's eyes flared with anger and-was it fear? Cloe noticed the way Sofia's hands trembled sli

with a flicker of panic-if Ethan saw her now, there was no way he would give her up. Sofia's

calm her, before turning her full attentio

your home, Cl

r her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked around, helpless, searching for any si

wrong-this wasn't how she had imagined her return. She felt a hollow pit form in her stomach as s

a slight, triumphant smirk. It was then that Cloe re

Chapter End

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“Elizabeth Taylor gave Sofia Roth a subtle nod, as if to calm her, before turning her full attention to Cloe. Her gaze was sharp, unforgiving. "This is not your home, Cloe." The words slammed into Cloe like a blow, knocking the air from her lungs. She froze, her body stiffening as the weight of the moment settled over her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Elizabeth cut her off, her voice like a blade slicing through Cloe's hope. "Meet Ethan's fiancée, Sofia." The words hit Cloe like a thunderclap, a shock so violent it felt as if lightning had struck her to the core. Her body stiffened, her eyes wide, her heart pounding so loud it echoed in her ears. Fiancée? Ethan's fiancée? Her eyes darted to Sofia, who stepped forward with a cruel smile, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Yes. Fiancée. I'm pregnant with Ethan's child." Cloe's world shattered. The words slammed into her with the force of a thousand storms, and she staggered backward as if physically struck. Her knees buckled, her hands clutching her chest, her breathing shallow and ragged. Pregnant? With Ethan's child? -------- Cloe was not ready to give up. So she received a sex tape from Sofia Roth. A sex Tape The man's face was deliberately obscured, lying back on the bed, while Sofia's naked body moved atop him, her large breasts bouncing as she rode him with exaggerated enthusiasm. Sofia's face, however, was clear. Her eyes locked onto the camera with an unmistakable awareness of what she was doing. Her moans were loud, theatrical, and filled with purpose. She threw her head back, calling out, "Oh, Ethan... love it, babe." The hands of the man beneath her, though blurred and devoid of identity, reached up to grip Sofia's breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Sofia's moans grew louder, her voice filled with pleasure as she called out again, "Ethan, baby... you're the best." ------ Three years later. She stepped cautiously into her apartment, her heart racing as she noticed the dark figure seated on the living room sofa. The shadows of the room made it hard to make out who it was. Her breath caught in her throat as she instinctively gripped her bag tighter. "Who's there?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. The figure stirred, slowly rising to his feet. Ethan, unable to believe his eyes, stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. It was her. Cloe-his Cloe-right there in front of him. The woman he had thought lost forever. She took a step forward, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Who are you?" she asked again, her voice firmer now. Ethan felt like the world had stopped moving. The woman standing before him, looking at him as if he were a stranger-how could she not know? His emotions collided within him, confusion, shock, and an overwhelming sense of longing. "I... I am your husband," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with disbelief. She froze, her face contorting in shock. "My husband?" she repeated, disbelief lacing her words. She took a step back, her confusion deepening. "Who are you? And what kind of joke is this?" She refused to recognize him.”