LOGINMy fiancé Julian owed $50 million in gambling debts. He and my best friend Chloe drugged me. They sold me to an underground casino in New York. I woke up in a cell. I stared through the iron bars at the man I had loved for five years. My heart broke. Julian thought I would still fight back. He sneered at me through the bars. "Save it. No more tricks. I owe Don Victor $50 million. You’re my only way out." "Victor loves breaking stuck-up artists like you. You think you're so high and mighty? Crawl into his bed and beg. Let's see how he rips off your cheap lace!" "Once he's done breaking you, Chloe and I will get married. We’ll take over your gallery. It’s perfect!" The drugs still clouded my brain. My body went limp. I collapsed on the dirty floor. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Five years of pure devotion. This was my reward. Absolute betrayal. But they didn't know the truth. They didn't know Don Victor. The ruthless tyrant. The mafia boss who ruled the American underworld. He was my father. Ever since my mother died, my father guarded me like fragile glass. He was terrified the world would leave even a single scratch on me. Now, Julian was serving me up like a piece of meat. To please my own father. If he knew I was the one in this cage... Soon, the entire New York underworld would face the Don's absolute fury.
View MoreAfter the banquet, inside the estate's study.Victor stood before me, holding the solid gold family crest that had once fallen into a pool of blood. It was the most sacred symbol of power in the Valenti family."Vivian." His voice was full of pride and relief. "You've proven yourself."He fastened the necklace around my neck himself, the cold gold resting against my skin. "From today on, you are the true head of this family."I stroked the crest, feeling its weight.It wasn't just a piece of jewelry; it was proof of absolute power."I won't let you down, Daddy."Over the next few months, I took over all the family's core businesses with an iron fist. Underground casinos, venture capital firms, money laundering networks, and black-market deals spanning the entire East Coast.My methods were even colder and more decisive than Victor the Tyrant's. The stubborn old guard eventually bowed their heads to me in total submission.Late one night, I was going over the casino books.The numbers d
I sat in my wheelchair, looking down at the man who used to think he was so smart.There was still a sliver of hope in Julian's eyes. He thought I'd get soft and let him go.How naive."Julian, before you die, I have some good news for you." I spoke as softly as a mother coaxing a child to sleep. "About that venture capital firm you were so proud of."Julian's pupils shrank violently. He desperately tried to speak."Three days ago, the Valenti family officially swallowed your company whole," I continued. "All the assets, including those shares you bought with my money, belong to the Valentis now.""No... impossible..." Julian groaned in despair."And your parents." I smiled as if sharing a fond memory. "Didn't they always dream of moving into a Manhattan penthouse?""They just got kicked out of the slums by loan sharks and are living on the streets. Oh, and I put the word out. Not a single soup kitchen in New York will dare give them a drop of water."Julian's eyes bulged like they wer
Half a month later, I woke up in the master bedroom of the family estate.Sunlight filtered through heavy drapes onto silk sheets. The air smelled of expensive perfume and antiseptic.I raised my left hand and touched the carefully stitched scar on my forehead. Then I looked down. My right hand was wrapped in thick bandages, completely numb.The hand that used to paint the most beautiful sunsets in Manhattan couldn't even hold a glass of water now.I was done with brushes forever.The naive, idealistic artist died in that VIP room."Vivian?" Victor walked in. Seeing me awake, his eyes flooded with immense relief and guilt.He rushed to the bed and gently held my left hand."My little girl, you're finally awake." His voice choked up. "I'm sorry. Daddy failed to protect you."I looked at him. No tears, no resentment.Dancing on the edge of death had given me perfect clarity. Mercy only made you a victim. The only way to crush fate under your heel was to hold absolute power."Daddy." My v
The iron doors of the basement were kicked wide open.Victor stepped into the damp, dark hellscape, backed by a dozen heavily armed men.He stared at the three bloody figures hanging from the chains. His eyes were dead cold.Julian lifted his swollen face and recognized him."Don Victor!" he wailed, clinging to a false hope. "Please, have mercy! Vivian... she loved me so much! We were together for five years!""I know I fucked up! But please, for the sake of her love for me, spare my life!"Victor walked slowly over to Julian, his leather shoes splashing in the puddles. He leaned in and grabbed Julian's jaw with his bloodstained glove, forcing him to look up."Five years of love?" Victor's voice was as light as a feather, but sharp as ice. "And it was this five years of love that made you treat my daughter like a piece of meat to pay your debts?"He let go and slammed his foot down on Julian's shattered kneecap."Ahhh!!!" Julian screamed, his body convulsing in agony.Victor ground his












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