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"Chloe! Wait for me!"Screeching tires shattered the warm moment. Julian ran out of the club doors, clutching his sports car keys, dripping in sweat. His clothes were a mess, his eyes filled with begging and desperation."Chloe! Please give me a chance! Let me drive you home! We can talk this out—"Before I could speak, Lucian stepped sideways. His tall, broad frame blocked the car door like an unscalable mountain.He looked down at Julian with eyes cold as steel:"No need. Starting tonight, she's the true boss of the Rossi family. As for you..."Lucian paused, dropping the final blow with a cold smirk:"A pathetic piece of trash isn't worthy of standing by her side.""Chloe! Please pick up! I was wrong, I swear!"The piercing ringtone kept going off all morning.Since midnight, the rumor had blown up all over New York's underworld: "Underboss lost his supermodel girlfriend of three years on a bet." Julian became the biggest laughingstock in the whole city. He completely lost his pull.
"N-No... This isn't real! Fake! You faked this!" Julian held the papers, his hands shaking like crazy, his eyes bulging out of his head."An official addendum signed by the Old Don, backed by the seal of the International Notary and all Five Families." Lucian's voice carried zero warmth, booming through the silent VIP room. "The Old Don saw right through your greed and uselessness. Every Rossi asset, the armory, and the core shares go to Chloe. Anyone who tries to steal them will be stripped of their title and thrown out!"The whole room fell into dead shock."Holy shit... The real big boss was Chloe all along?!""The Old Don trusted the Valenti family to hold his private business and guns... He was just waiting for Chloe to turn of age!""So Julian was just a fake insider working for the heiress?! He's not even a boss—he just got wiped out!"The loud whispers slapped Julian straight across the face.He collapsed onto the floor, pale as a sheet. "I don't believe it! How could the Old D
"Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen..."Amid the wild gasps and countdowns from the crowd, Lucian held me steadily in one arm. His chest pressed tight against my face. The steady thumping of his heart beat against my eardrums.Julian lunged forward like a maniac to snatch me back. "Give her back to me!"Lucian didn't even spare him a glance. He turned his body, using his solid back to block Julian completely out. He kept me guarded, flawless and untouched."Let go of her! She's been my woman for three years!" Julian roared hysterically, his eyes bloodshot like a demon."Three years together, and you still put her up as collateral on a bet?" Lucian's voice dropped, cold as a poisoned blade. "Three years, Julian. Is that all it was worth to you?"The words hit Julian like a sledgehammer to the face. He stood there, mouth agape, pale as a sheet, unable to squeeze out a single word."Three, two, one! Time's up!" a bodyguard yelled.Fifteen seconds. Not a second off.Lucian gently set me down. The
I slammed right into Lucian's chest—hard as steel. His cold cedar scent instantly wrapped around me."Sure you don't want to back out?" Lucian's hand tightened on my waist. His deep voice brushed against my ear, suppressed and raspy. "Just give the word, and the bet is off.""Are you kidding, Don?" I tilted my head back slightly, my red lips brushing his chin. "I always keep my word. The show's just getting started."The whole room held its breath.A flash of heat lit up Lucian's eyes. He picked up a silver fork from the table, cut a piece of rich chocolate cake, and fed it right to my lips.Without missing a beat, I parted my lips and bit down on the cake. The tip of my tongue casually brushed against his fingertips. Lucian's entire body went rigid. His eyes darkened instantly.I took the silver fork from his hand, cut another small piece, and held it to his lips. "Your turn, Don."Lucian locked eyes with me. He leaned down slightly and took the silver fork into his mouth. Under his d
"W-What did you say?!" Julian froze, struck like lightning.Dead silence fell over the room. A second later, disbelief and mocking laughter erupted from the crowd."No way! She's gotta be a plant!""Hey sweetheart! Whatever she paid you, I'll pay double! Do you even know who you're playing? She's the prize tonight! Quit joking!""Right! That picture on the dark web was a 200-pound whale! Underboss, did you hire a top-tier escort to save face?!""Exactly! Bringing a fake to play the part? You think we haven't seen a hot woman before?"A few flustered enforcers shouted, waving their phones with the old photos from the encrypted channel. They stormed forward to expose my "fake mask." But as they zoomed in on my face, searching for plastic surgery or faked details, the gunman in front suddenly went wide-eyed. His breathing stopped dead."Wait... Look under her left eye!" The gunman screamed, holding up a digital photo. "That tiny brown mole! The size, the spot... It's exact! Just like the
Just before stepping inside, I paused and whispered to the man beside me, "Mind if I go in first, Don? I'd love to see the look on their faces.""After you," Lucian said, smooth as silk. He gestured to his men to open the heavy doors, stepping back with effortless chivalry.I gave him a sharp, knowing smile, then strutted right into the main hall.The loud laughter, clinking glasses, and rowdy catcalls died out the second the doors flew open. Dozens of eyes turned to the entrance, expecting a trainwreck.Two mob bosses near the door froze, high-end cigars hanging uselessly from their lips."Holy shit..." one muttered, almost dropping his glass of whiskey. His eyes nearly popped out of his head."Where'd this bombshell come from? Did some mob princess lose her way?" The other pushed his chair back so fast it shrieked against the floor, ignoring the clatter of his own gun. He offered me a predatory grin, gesturing to his table. "Hey sweetheart! Over here! Best seat in the house!"Pure lu







