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The Don’s Fake Poverty Chapter 9
Aria’s POVI stared coldly at the man sobbing like a madman at my feet.His tears mixed with his blood, staining my white couture gown.But I just took a disgusted step back. I yanked my dress out of his bloody grip."Aria..." Killian's hands froze in the air. He stared at the ice in my eyes in disbelief."Don't touch me with your bloody, lying hands." I looked down at him, my voice flat."For three years, you made me look like a clown, pinching every penny for you in that crappy apartment. While you stayed in luxury hotels, trampling my love and pride under your shoes.""You kept saying you were protecting me. But you were the one who almost killed me in that blizzard."Killian twitched violently, shaking his head in despair. "No... I didn't know it was fake... Aria, give me a chance to fix it...""Fix it?" I sneered, cutting him off ruthlessly."You owed her brother your life. You used three years of mine to pay it off."I stared right into his severely bloodshot eyes, fueled by pure
The Don’s Fake Poverty Chapter 8
Aria’s POVMy farewell dinner at a Manhattan rooftop restaurant.I had some champagne and felt a bit stuffy, so I pushed open the glass doors and walked out to the terrace for some fresh air.A moment later, an insanely sharp shriek ripped through the night sky."Aria—go to hell!"I whipped my head around.A figure lurched from the shadows behind a decorative palm. A woman with tangled hair and the haunted look of a ghost.It was Chloe.She had no more couture gowns or million-dollar jewels. She was wearing a dirty, torn trench coat.For three years, Killian went completely mad looking for me. He stripped Chloe of all her family privileges, cut off her cards, and kicked her out of the Long Island estate like a stray dog.Her face was twisted in rage. Her eyes bugged out. She gripped a sharp steak knife stolen from the restaurant."It's all your fault! You bitch!"She screamed wildly and lunged, aiming the knife straight at my heart."You ruined everything! I'm going to kill you!"The k
The Don’s Fake Poverty Chapter 7
Aria’s POVAfter saying that, I turned around without looking back."Stop her!"Killian's heart-wrenching roar echoed behind me.His voice was full of completely unhinged madness and obsession.The sharp, synchronized clicks of guns being cocked blasted through the wide hallway.A dozen armed guards in black suits poured out of the shadows, blocking my way completely.This was him. The mafia Don who ruled the New York underworld.If he couldn't have it, he'd take it by force.I stopped and slowly turned around.Killian had stumbled out of that moldy fake apartment.His eyes were blood-red. He glared at me like a rabid beast."Aria, I can't let you go." He panted, his voice hoarse and desperate. "It's too dangerous outside. You're only safe with me! I'll turn this entire estate into your personal castle. I'll give you my life!""Give me your life?" I stared at him and laughed coldly.I reached up and, with extreme, slow arrogance, tucked a curl behind my ear."Killian, do you think I'm
The Don’s Fake Poverty Chapter 6
Aria’s POVSecurity didn't dare touch the legendary ruthless Don. They let him block the VIP backdoor."Aria, please!" His eyes were bloodshot. His voice shook wildly. "Even if you give me the death penalty, at least give me a chance to explain. Come see my estate. Just one look."I didn't even look at him. I walked straight to my team's van."I still have your old dark green notebook!" he suddenly roared. "It has all your early design sketches! Don't you want it?"My steps halted.That book held the soul of my early designs.I left so desperately three years ago that I didn't have time to pack it.I turned my head, eyes icy."Send me the address," I said coldly. "I'm only going to get my things. And stay away from my car."An hour later, my car pulled up to the Moretti Estate.Three years ago, his armed guards chased me away from these iron gates like a stray dog.Today, the massive carved iron gates were wide open for me.I walked into the main mansion in my heels.At first glance, m
The Don’s Fake Poverty Chapter 5
Aria’s POVWhen the Greyhound bus dropped me off in LA, I had thirty bucks to my name.I had no time to cry. No energy to look back at that New York blizzard.I had to survive.I set up a stall at Venice Beach. I used cheap copper wire and broken glass bought by the pound at the flea market.During those three years in the crappy apartment, to save Killian money, I turned cheap scrap into my own jewelry.I knew exactly how to make trash shine. Just like how I tried to make that cheap marriage shine.My stall blew up.The raw life and pure struggle in my designs caught the eye of a white-haired man in sunglasses.Mr. Arthur. The most mysterious, reclusive jewelry tycoon on the West Coast.He stood at my stall and studied my work for ten whole minutes.Then, he handed me a gold-foiled business card. "Your work has shattered bones in it. An unbreakable soul. Come work for me."I took the card. And I erased my past for good.Three years later.Manhattan Main Exhibition Hall, New York.I st
The Don’s Fake Poverty Chapter 4
Killian’s POVThe OR light stayed red for three days straight.Her brother took a bullet for me. I owed the Costello family a life.That damn debt nailed me to the floor outside the OR doors.I yanked at my tie and checked my watch.Three days.There was no heating in Brooklyn. The blizzard was brutal. Aria was alone in that crappy apartment. She’d freeze.Finally, the OR doors swung open.Nurses wheeled Chloe out, her head wrapped in thick bandages.The head surgeon gave a short, nervous nod. "Mr. Moretti, the surgery was a success."I let out a long breath and turned to leave."Kil…"Chloe struggled to reach out. She gripped the cuff of my bespoke suit.She panted weakly, but a flash of pure malice crossed her eyes."Kil, you stayed with me for three days. Don't you dare go back to that gutter rat from Brooklyn," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "What's so good about that bitch? She doesn't even own decent shoes. She doesn't deserve to stand by your side!"Bile rose in my thr
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