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Trapped In A Mafia Marriage

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1072    |    Released on: 10/10/2025

sia

, leaving them standing in the center of the ballroom, t

less, heartbreaking puzzle. It was irreparable. But I couldn't bring myself to throw it away. I wrapped the

e at the door. I

a smug, victorious look on her fac

n't a

n you're in pain. Your tears are like a drug to them. It proves you're theirs. That no one

cold and steady. "A temporary one. He'll ge

ound. "Maybe. But before he does,

as tired, broken, but a spark of defiance fl

dominance. But I was off-balance, and I stumbled back. In a

expecting it. She gasped, flailing her arms, and her high

falling, but launching herself with the practiced grace of a st

rpiece of manu

study. They arrived just in time to see her land in

ide, their faces mas

led, clutching her ankle. "Ale

nger. I saw a flicker of dark, chilling satisfaction. He had wanted this. He had orc

ced by a mask of cold fury. "Get the car," he barked a

ked back at me, his eyes promising retribution. He pointed a single, co

said, his voice flat an

Dante, no! I didn't

ous, terrible glee. "Mamma was jealous. She hurt Seraphina. She

t hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.

lterated rage. "You will regret this! I swear t

ed. I looked down and saw Dante standing at the bottom, watching, waiting. Seraphina

again. Unmistakable this time. A f

tlessness, a silent scream trapped in my throat, and then an explosion of pain as my body crashed agains

e I blacked out was Dante

ed with a disturbing wonder. "Now she's

ng thing, a fire consuming my entire body. A nurse

so worried. He's been here all night, pac

he performance never ended. Dante Rossi, the

see him," I said,

was immense, but in the quiet, a plan began to for

isited. He was a quiet, unassuming man with e

in, Alessia?"

certain of anything in

me in the lobby, a picture of a concerned family. Seraphina wa

d beside me, a bri

them. The air was thick

eaf of papers from Mr. Harrison's b

ed, his brow furrowin

reconcilable differences. But it was more than that. It was a declaration of w

hird option. I was

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“The surgeon told me I had one hour to save my right hand, the one that spun my soul into symphonies. My husband, Don Dante Rossi, gave that hour to his mistress for a minor fracture. The surgeon pleaded with him, explaining that every minute we delayed risked catastrophic, permanent damage. But Dante just looked at our ten-year-old son, Nico. "What do you think?" Nico met my eyes from the gurney, his own gaze chillingly calm. "Mamma is strong. She'll understand the sacrifice. Besides," he added, "if she's in pain, it means she loves us more." My hand was ruined, my career as a composer over. But for them, the game was just beginning. They needed my jealousy, my tears, my pain, to feed their sick definition of love. They pushed me down a flight of stairs just to watch me cry. I had mistaken my husband's obsession for passion, his cruelty for a test. I finally saw it for what it was: a pathology of ownership. My suffering was their trophy. Lying broken at the bottom of the stairs, I heard my son's voice float down. "See, Dad? Now she's really crying. She really does love us." Something inside me didn't just break; it turned to ice. When my lawyer visited me in the hospital, I took the papers he brought. In our world, a Don's wife doesn't leave. She endures or she disappears. I signed the divorce petition. I was choosing war.”
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