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The entire exclusive Continental Syndicate Manor in Chicago was locked down by heavily armed guards.It was the highest-level closed-door roundtable of the New Order North American Mafia Summit.Dons from every family sat at the long table.A few New York mob elders smelled blood like sharks.They aimed their questions at me like loaded guns.One elder shouted. "Donna Alessia! In just one year, you reshaped the rules of the entire underworld for the Sicilian family! But rumor has it, you almost gave up your inheritance for a man!"Another elder probed maliciously. "Now that you stand at the peak of power, do you regret what you sacrificed for him?"Dead silence swept the room.Everyone held their breath, waiting for my answer.I stopped walking.A terrifyingly confident smirk pulled at my red lips.I answered, "No regrets."I stared down the crowd across the table.I added, "But if I had to do it again, I would choose myself much sooner."I turned.I walked off the podium toward the
Wyatt gripped the warm red diamond necklace tightly.The veins bulged on his forehead.He knelt on the ground with zero dignity.He cried out. "Alessia, just come back. I'll change anything you want! I'll give you my life!"I looked down at him.My eyes were cold.Like looking at trash.I told him, "Your changes mean nothing to me now."Hearing my merciless words, the light in his eyes completely died.His hand dropped in despair.His voice shook like it was shattering.He asked. "What about the ring? Do you really not want it at all?"I didn't give him a single shred of hesitation. "No. The necklace. The ring. And these past twenty years. I'm returning it all to you. From now on, I only belong to myself."I turned cleanly.My heels clicked sharply against the stone path.I walked right into the castle's private elevator.I pressed the close button without a second thought.The steel doors slowly shut.I watched the desperate man kneeling outside.I locked his broken, bloody screams
The next few days, I was swamped.Meetings, negotiating with different syndicates.Someone offered me rare jewels as a greeting gift.I waved it off. "I buy what I want myself."Caspian was lounging on the sofa.He was spinning a Browning pistol in his hand.He chuckled, his deep voice dripping with ultimate indulgence. "Whatever you want, I'll buy out every jeweler in Europe for you."A week later, I successfully closed a massive arms deal.During the celebration, Sophia sent a dark web intelligence brief.The headline: New Chicago Don Tears Up Syndicate Rules for a Pet.I clicked it.It was a massive leak of screenshots from rival families.Photos of Sarah standing on the Don's desk in high heels, flaunting her power.Sophia said in her voice note, laughing. "The Volkov elders who hated her leaked this."I looked at the screen.I didn't feel the thrill of revenge.Just a quiet, dead calm.My phone buzzed again.New screenshots from Sophia.Info brokers had dug up every arrogant stu
I took a step back.His hands froze in mid-air.Dozens of SMGs clicked.Safeties off.The Sicilian guards locked their sights directly on his skull.If he dared move half an inch, they would open fire.I raised my hand.The guards froze, but their barrels never wavered.I looked at him with ice in my veins. "What are you doing here?"Wyatt was shaking.The terrifying North American Don looked utterly pathetic.His eyes were red, and his voice was horribly hoarse. "I came to take you home. Alessia, please come back with me."I sneered. "Home?"Right then, a large, dominant hand gripped my waist.Caspian wrapped his heavy overcoat around me, swallowing me in his dark cologne.He looked at Wyatt with a freezing voice. "A stray dog from Chicago dares to bark on my turf?"Wyatt stared at the hand on my waist.His eyes went wild with rage as he shouted, "Get your filthy hands off her!"Caspian scoffed.He didn't even bother giving Wyatt a second glance.He just pulled me tighter into his e
Wyatt's voice roared through the voicemail. "Pick up! Where the hell are you?!"His next message was frantic. "Alessia, do not test my limits. Come back right now!"His final one was broken. "I'm sorry. Please pick up. Don't leave me..."My plane landed at a secret tarmac in Sicily.I turned on my phone.The screen exploded with dozens of missed calls and hundreds of texts.All unknown numbers.But I knew it was Wyatt.His tone shifted fast.From suppressed, angry demands to desperate, pathetic begging.I stared at those words.Once, they would have broken my heart.Now? I felt absolutely nothing.Swipe.Delete. Block.I stepped off the jet.The salty sea breeze blew away the last stench of Chicago.My grandfather's heavily armed convoy escorted me back to the estate.Inside the ancient grand hall, my grandfather leaned on his cane.His eyes were warm but absolute.On the sofa beside him sat the most feared Supreme Don of the European underworld—Caspian.We crossed paths three years
I sat in the private jet.I stared at the clouds outside the window.Back then, my parents were assassinated in a cartel mutiny.I ended up on the streets of Chicago.A grim orphanage.It was just me and Wyatt, both of us with absolutely nothing.We only had each other.When my grandfather finally found me, I was already dragged deep into the Volkov family mess.I wanted Wyatt to survive.So I pulled strings in Sicily.I brought my family's guns and connections.I carved a bloody path for him and shoved him onto the Don's throne.My family knew my ruthless tactics.But Wyatt? He just took it all for granted.Twenty years.I finally realized the truth.The scariest thing isn't a man lying to your face.It's when he genuinely forgets every promise he ever made.I turned off my phone.Not a single tear fell.I pulled a notebook from my bag.I flipped to the last page.It was packed with my handwriting from the past few months.It logged the first time he forgot me. The second. The third.







