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Mafia Don's Wife: My Sweet Architect Revenge

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 666    |    Released on: 22/10/2025

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he lobby, his face a mask of exhausted resignation. He looked less li

his voice low and flat. "Refu

ling, his words a tangled slurry about the immense pressure, the deals, his crippling fear of failure. He talked about Olivia and the power

My body went through the old motions-pouring him a glass of water, straighte

rrowed. He murmured a name, a soft whisper that

ivi

't a slip of the tongue; it was

is face before settling into practiced relief. "You're here," he breathed, reaching for m

anced at the screen, and his entire demeanor

from

ce suddenly sharp and urgent, all tr

t a wince, ignoring the small blossom of blood on

to be-" I started, pla

ready halfway to the door. That

f his own lies in his wake. I stood alone in the silence he left behind. The pathetic, bloody bandage on the floo

packing. My suitcases stood by the doo

ses. A flicker of annoyance, not concern, crossed his face. He thought his hospit

g?" he asked, stepp

ar's Bluetooth, rang. The name flas

to take the call, leaving me standing in the driveway with my luggage. He was

voice, tinny and clear, drifted b

livia, his tone chillingly casual. "She a

get o

int. He saw me as a self-repairing appliance. A

call. I got in my car and drove away

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Mafia Don's Wife: My Sweet Architect Revenge
Mafia Don's Wife: My Sweet Architect Revenge
“For years, I was the secret architect behind my fiancé Ethan's success. I even torched my own reputation to cover up his theft, believing he was the love of my life and we were a team. Waking from a car crash he engineered, I overheard his plan. He had not only caused my accident but also orchestrated the "stress" that led to my miscarriage. Now, he was stealing my masterpiece, "Echoes of the City," and planning a public proposal to trap me in a gilded cage. At the gala, he left me on stage mid-proposal, the ring clattering to the floor, to rush to his mistress's side. At another party, after she told me he was "relieved" I'd lost our baby, I confronted him. He shoved me hard, sending me sprawling to the floor in front of everyone before walking away with her. Lying there, humiliated, I realized he didn't see me as a person. I was just a tool to be used and discarded. The love I felt for him didn't just break; it turned into a cold, dark void. But he made one mistake. He forgot about the one man in the city he truly feared, a powerful Don who had once praised my work. I picked up my phone and sent a single, desperate text to his rival: "This is Sarah Jenkins. I need your help."”
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