Mafia Don's Wife: My Sweet Architect Revenge

s success. I even torched my own reputation to cover up his t

ent but also orchestrated the "stress" that led to my miscarriage. Now, he was stealing my m

ss's side. At another party, after she told me he was "relieved" I'd lost our baby, I confronted him.

on. I was just a tool to be used and discarded. The love I fel

d, a powerful Don who had once praised my work. I picked up my phone and sent a

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he shriek of metal, the world tumbling in a kaleidoscope of shattered glass. I w

The sterile scent of antiseptic stung my nostrils, a biza

that could soothe any fear, was a low

on my drive. I'll present them to the Monroe

of the City." My entire career, my sou

phone. I recognized it instantly: Noah, Etha

d, his tone chillingly dismissive. "Besides, I'm proposing at the gala tomorrow ni

eep into my bones. He was going to trap me. Use a public

ueprint from Rossi? She saved your ass. Created a whole new design overnight and told

t a prestigious award

d. "This is for an alliance with

"The accidents, the constant pressure... convincing you the baby was a w

aulty wiring that nearly burned down our home, the endless, grinding str

efined my world, began to curdle. It wasn't just a flawed

tormy sea, the most powerful and feared man in the city, had stopped to praise a small, innovative design of mine. Don Liam Sterling. Mon

ect mask of concern. He sat on the edge of the b

," he murmured. "Y

I asked, my vo

he lied, his eyes offering a symp

, the man I had loved with everythin

sharp. I would not be his victim. I would no

mbled, but my purpose was clear. I pulled up a number I'd sa

single, desp

ying to steal my work to give to t

hm against my ribs, and sent my prayer into