Unmasking My Mafia Fiancé

help after the "car crash." It was a lie. The real accid

with his consigliere, boasting about stealing my billion-dolla

ce to legally gag me from ever claiming my own work. His

n't an accident. He and Olivia had orchestrated it, calli

o the ground in front of everyone, he walked awa

turned into a cold, hard certainty. He ha

ideo of his abuse. The subject line read: "My Wedding Gift." Then I boarded a one-way fligh

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fina

dull the ache of the crash. He never said it would a

tory was a car accident. A minor collision. A careful lie. The truth was my fiancé, Ethan Cole, a ma

low and confident, the sound I used to find so reassuring. Now, it was a shard of glass

'City of Echoes' will cement my legacy. The Chairma

secret passion, distilled into a revolutionary casino-resort design. "Cit

urmur through the phone, but his disappr

y gets us the mainstream attention we need. She's

at, a sickness worse than anyt

bout Fina?"

nlights the project. We'll have a big wedding. Once she's my wife, the unspoken

. He planned to use it to cag

forgotten the heist? When your mistake nearly got you ruined and she told

buried it, taken the blame, letting them think my strat

s it Olivia who convinced you it was a complication? That a chi

eated I stumbled back, the fall... the miscarriage I had blamed on my own weakness. My new, horrifying realization was not that he had caused it, but that hi

is voice cold and final. "Fina is... con

ven

ya

e love I had felt for him, the future I had built in my mind, all of

ng the deep sleep of the medicated and broken. I

d was a shard of ice. I opened an encrypted messaging app and

ise. Years ago, at a charity gala, he'd called my unsolicited analysis

ge was f

business