Mafia Princess: Escaping His Deadly Lie

Chapter 3

Word Count: 533 | Released on: 22/10/2025

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ll do the rest"-my eyes snapped open. The fever still raged, but my mind was a

vely trying

ne. I sent a single, urgent text to my aunt, my

lian will try to int

ad a fresh cup of coffee in his hand and a well-rehearsed look of weary

d me last

led brightly at Julian. "You two are couple goals, s

oom across the hall. An old woman with no family, no visitors. I envied her. At least her so

"I want to go to the penthouse," I said, my voice

it was gone, replaced by that practiced concern. "Of course, baby. As soon as you

r woman scrubbed from our sheets. He m

Sometime that afternoon, a new patient was a

erself appeared

gainst the doorframe, a smug smile playing on her lips

voice dripping with false sympathy.

an, who had been pouring me a glass of water, h

ow." He grabbed her arm, his grip tight. "Hold your tong

husband defending his frail wife from an i

exhaustion. I didn't need to see it. I could

reaking anymore.

old and clear as a winter dawn. Live

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“For three years, a rare liver disease has been killing me. Through it all, my husband Julian has been my rock. Our last hope was a black-market liver, secured through a life-debt owed to my family, the Volkov Bratva. But from my hospital bed, I overheard him promise that very liver to another woman. It was for his mistress's mother. I soon discovered he had a four-year-old daughter with her. Their family was established; I was just the placeholder. On a hidden security feed, I watched him in my dead parents' penthouse-a sacred place he forbade me from visiting-bouncing their child on his knee. Then he fastened the diamond necklace he'd bought for my birthday around his mistress's neck. The final blow came when I heard her whisper, "Just a little longer... the fever will do the rest." He wasn't just leaving me. He was actively trying to kill me. The love I had for him didn't just die; it turned to a cold, hard stone in my chest. The man whose devotion I never questioned now made my skin crawl with revulsion. The next morning, I signed myself out of the hospital against medical advice. I left my wedding ring and the signed divorce papers on the entryway table, blocked his number, and walked out of our house without looking back.”