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The Mafia's Obsession; His Little Plaything

Chapter 5 Five

Word Count: 1064    |    Released on: 25/02/2025

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cted and publicly humiliated by nineteen-year-old Lady Moor

the news of her imprisonment could wash away the vibrating anger surging through me every damn day her name was called.

ng her a taste of her own medicine. I had t

tle sister, I refused. It was her I wanted! I wanted the world to know she's at the lowest after the chronic humiliation.

light smirk playing across my lips i

but her piercing blue eyes visible to my thirsty amber eyes

silently, but loud en

ng her eyes away from me. That obviously wasn't the

ve my house this instance," Mr. Quinn roared, anger

been her only friend since she got out of jail. She took her steps tim

fe in jail if Mr. Giordano here had not been kind

ing her to go on her knees to appreciate me; no, I would have been disappoi

ere to do the last thing meant to proclaim her as mine

no doubt. I had great plans to make

quite acquainted with her. But they averted their gaze, not

g the appreciation

irl. "At what price did he get me out of the prison?" He

ore

again, her anger rising

ven have the slightest right to be. You chose that boy over your family. You asked

f forcefully towards him. "I'm so sorry; I'm

ust got yourse

hen you no longer bear my last name. When, get this do

no longer married to Grey," she count

the same day you got married to another

Moore. You're now Mrs. Giordano

-d

re she had knelt earlier; her face turned to me

y to pay your

d anything to do with the business arrangements betwee

t of her days with me. I would make her l

ce. She looked unwell, unkempt, unfed, and extremely tired. Five years in a dungeon is rea

h after what you d

she begged. "Don't

t. Your sister will join you for the wedding tomorrow," her father announced

he watched me walk towards her. She stumbled

spat, to

ore?" I asked, Damian, Lillard, and John foll

her die than

on her, my hands hold

will receive. Follow now, or these men beside me will do you the honou

n to follow orders as her "bring m

ould show her what marry

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