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After Calling Off the Engagement, I Became My Ex-Fiancé’s Creditor Chapter 8
Obsession and madness fueled Vincent’s last burst of energy.He dragged his broken leg through a blizzard, crawling inch by bloody inch to the underground garage exit of the Falcone building.He waited. Three days and nights. No food. Only sips of filthy melted snow.He didn’t have a plan. He just knew he had to see Elara. One more time. He’d grovel. He’d lick her shoes. Anything.On the fourth evening, as the snow fell heavy, a black armored Bentley, flanked by two blacked-out SUVs, nosed out of the exit.Vincent lunged.He threw himself forward, collapsing on his knees directly in front of the Bentley’s grille.THUD.The sound of his knees hitting the frozen asphalt echoed.Brakes screamed.Vincent knelt in the filthy, ice-churned slush. He began to pound his forehead against the ground.Thump. Thump. Thump.Blood, shockingly red, mixed with the grey snow under his face.“Elara! Please! See me!”“I was wrong! I know I was wrong!”“I don’t beg for forgiveness! Just… a job. A scrap. I’
After Calling Off the Engagement, I Became My Ex-Fiancé’s Creditor Chapter 7
The month after the wedding was called off.Vincent’s life became a living nightmare.Federico’s edict of exclusion meant no one in the city’s underworld would touch him. Not the smugglers, not the bookies, not even the low-level street crews. He was poison.He was drowning in debt. Two hundred million in embezzled funds he’d tried to funnel from shaky joint ventures, plus countless penalties and broken contracts. His little empire of film studios and vineyards was just a hollow shell now, seized by creditors.Sofia, who had clung to him and cooed “Vincent, darling,” vanished the moment the news broke. She used his last, desperate trust to drain the final thirty grand from his private offshore account.She fled overseas.Before her plane took off, she sent one text.‘All talk and no fortune, Vincent. You’re less useful than a dead rat. Did you think I’d starve with you? Laughable.’The once-untouchable Vincent.Now he was bearded, ragged, stinking. He spent his days dodging the collect
After Calling Off the Engagement, I Became My Ex-Fiancé’s Creditor Chapter 6
The fire in the great stone fireplace of Federico Falcone’s private estate crackled, pushing back the deep chill of the night. I sat wrapped in a thick robe, my hair still damp from the shower that had washed away the grime and the cold of the street. On my wrist, my grandmother’s emerald and diamond bracelet was back where it belonged.The family doctor had just finished bandaging my skinned knees and left quietly.Federico walked over, a steaming mug in his hand. He pushed it into my grasp. Hot chocolate, not milk. He sat beside me on the large leather sofa, pulling me and the cashmere blanket around my shoulders into his solid warmth.“The legal team is ready,” he said, his voice a low rumble near my ear. “So are the account managers.”I took a sip, the sweet warmth grounding me. My mind, clear and cold, clicked into place.“Put them on screen.”Federico gestured. A large monitor mounted on the far wall lit up. It split into multiple feeds. On one side, my family’s chief consigliere
After Calling Off the Engagement, I Became My Ex-Fiancé’s Creditor Chapter 5
Another silence. Then, a low, guttural sound that was pure, unleashed violence. “Ten minutes. Tell me where.”“Back alley. Film festival.” I gave him the cross streets.“Stay alive. I’m coming.”The line went dead.In the distance, from the warm, dry dressing room, I could still hear the faint sound of Vincent’s laughter.Nine minutes.I counted each one, the pain in my knees a steady, grounding throb.Then, the night split open.Not with sirens, but with the roar of high-performance engines that didn’t belong on a red carpet street. Tires screeched, metal barriers groaned in protest.Headlights—dozens of them—pierced the rain, belonging to a convoy of blacked-out, armored SUVs. They formed a perfect, intimidating circle, blocking all access.The lead vehicle, a matte-black Rolls-Royce Cullinan, stopped directly in front of the service entrance. The door opened.Federico Falcone stepped out.He didn’t wear a suit jacket. Just black trousers and a dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to h
After Calling Off the Engagement, I Became My Ex-Fiancé’s Creditor Chapter 4
The emerald caught the harsh backstage lights. That ring was my tether to a world before Vincent Cassio, to a family I’d chosen to hide to protect a man who saw me as furniture.His fingers tightened around it.“Three.”My whole body was a tremor. I dug my nails into my palms until I felt wetness.“Two.”“I’ll do it.”The words tasted like ash.Vincent’s smile was victorious. He pocketed the ring and patted my cheek. “Good girl. Now hurry. She’s on soon.”I walked into the nearest bathroom, locking the door. I stared at the ghost in the mirror—pale, dripping, eyes hollow.For five years, I’d hidden who I was. I’d buried Elara Vitale, daughter of Arturo Vitale, the man even other Dons called “The Ghost,” to become Elara Cassio’s quiet shadow. I thought Vincent was building something real, something separate from the bloody legacy I’d run from.I was wrong. I’d fed a wolf and thought it a puppy.Every ounce of humiliation today, Vincent. You will pay for it with everything you have.I di
After Calling Off the Engagement, I Became My Ex-Fiancé’s Creditor Chapter 3
The bag landed in a puddle with a wet slap. The zipper was partly open.Inside, I saw cheap white satin. A dress meant for a background extra. The hem was frayed.Marco’s voice was flat. “Mr. Cassio is merciful. Miss Ross needs an assistant to handle her train on the red carpet tonight. You do this, you wear this, your cards are active by morning. The wedding spot stays open.”He wanted me to carry the train of the woman in my dress. In that.It was a calculated, public humiliation.I looked from the bag to Marco, my body shaking but my spine rigid.“Tell Vincent Cassio to go to hell.”Marco’s expression turned ugly. He stepped closer, jabbing a finger at me. “You stupid bitch. You think you’re still the lady of the house? You’re nothing. Without Mr. Cassio, you’ll be eating from dumpsters!”He gave a sharp nod.The Maybach’s doors flew open. Two hulking men in dark suits were on me before I could blink. They twisted my arms behind my back.“Get off me!”My struggles were useless. The
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