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Chapter 6

Penulis: Peachy
“Severe dehydration from four days without food or water, combined with the extreme trauma of confinement… the fetus didn't survive.”

In the underground clinic, Victor, the black-market surgeon, pulled off his blood-stained gloves, his tone heavy with regret.

“Mrs. Marino, you’ve had a miscarriage. Your body has been pushed beyond its absolute limit. You need at least three days of strict bed rest before you can even think about standing.”

I stared numbly at the stark white ceiling.

My hand slowly moved to cover my flat stomach. A silent tear slipped down my temple.

Three days. Just enough time to wait for Nikolai’s men to come get me.

“Seal this medical file. Keep it strictly confidential. Don’t breathe a single word of this to anyone,” I ordered. My voice was hoarse, but dripping with an icy clarity.

The doctor had barely nodded and stepped back when—BANG!—the clinic door was violently shoved open.

Cassius stormed in, radiating a dark, lethal fury.

Bianca was clinging right behind him.

“Camilla, you really know how to pick your moments to throw a fit,” Bianca sneered, pinching her nose in disgust. “Last night was my birthday party. Did you really have to play the victim and drag yourself to a clinic just to ruin the mood?”

Cassius ignored her entirely.

His eyes landed on my chalk-white face, then flicked to the basin of bloody water by the bed that hadn’t been cleared away yet.

He frowned.

There was no panic in his eyes—only a hint of condescending annoyance. “I only locked you up for a few days. There’s a limit to how long you can drag out a tantrum. Why do you look like such a wreck?”

He had absolutely no idea.

He didn't know that the sickening basin of blood contained the remains of his own unborn child.

A cold, bitter laugh echoed in my hollow chest.

You were the one who ordered my food and water cut off.

You were the one who boarded up the doors and windows, leaving me to scream for help in utter despair.

You were the one who shut down the entire block just to set off fireworks.

I didn’t even look at him. My voice was as flat and lifeless as a tomb.

“Just a bad period. Severe cramps. You were too busy. I didn’t want to interrupt your party.”

That sentence visibly relieved Cassius. He clearly thought I was just making a fuss over nothing, and his tone softened slightly. “Once you recover, we’ll have a real talk. I went too far this time. I’ll never leave you alone again…”

“Sure,” I agreed mildly. Then, in sheer disgust, I turned my head away and closed my eyes. “I’m tired. Get out.”

For the next three days, Cassius pushed aside all family business.

He stayed by my hospital bed every day. He even forcefully ordered Bianca to get the hell back to her own apartment.

He tried to feed me water. He tried to reach out and check my forehead for a fever. He tried to use this clumsy, belated tenderness to make up for what he called his “bad temper.”

I dodged it all with total indifference.

The morning I was discharged, I sat on the edge of the bed and sent Nikolai my final coordinates on an encrypted channel.

[Tonight at 8. The usual spot.]

Cassius walked in right as I was staring at the screen.

"Who are you texting?" His eyes darkened. His brutal need for control made him snatch for my phone, but the second he grazed my fingers, he yanked his hand back like he'd been shocked, terrified of hurting me.

I turned my head coldly, dodging his touch, and locked the screen.

"An accountant. Handling some handover details." I looked at him deadpan. "What? Is the Don micromanaging little things now?"

His hand froze in midair.

"Camilla, you've been so cold to me lately." He was choking back both anger and pleading. "When you're better, we'll talk. I was wrong this time. I'll never leave you alone again..."

"Sure," I replied blandly.

Back at the penthouse safehouse, Cassius got an urgent call about a jammed weapons shipment at the docks. He grabbed his coat and rushed out with his men.

The door clicked shut. The penthouse was dead quiet.

I didn't go rest.

I went straight to the study and opened the biometric wall safe.

I tossed the cold medical report of my miscarriage inside.

Next, I pulled out the secret ledger holding the mob's core secrets.

On the very last page, I grabbed a pen and steadily wrote the final entry:

[Ledger Entry 67: My baby died. Account Closed.]

The divorce papers. The complete handover of every asset in my name. The bloody miscarriage report. And the ledger recording every one of his lies and betrayals.

This was my grand finale gift to the Mafia Don for our third anniversary.

With that done, I walked into the walk-in closet.

I didn't take a single haute couture dress or expensive piece of jewelry he'd bought me.

I just grabbed a small black suitcase and packed a few old clothes I'd kept from the day the Family took me in.

I opened the front door and punched in a security override code only I knew.

Every camera outside instantly glitched into a blind spot for exactly one minute.

I slipped past the hallway guards and left. I never looked back.

Every trace of my existence in this penthouse had been wiped completely clean.
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