LOGIN(My fiancé cheated on me, so I made a plan to get back at him by cheating with his father) “Who do you belong to, baby girl? Me or Finn?” He buried his face between her legs. “You! I… belong to you… Daddy!” Maisie cried out ecstatically. “Ugh… so good.” He grunted. “You look so… good when… I touch you, Pet!” Becoming the submissive pet of her father-in-law was her twisted plan to get revenge on her fiancé, Finn, for cheating on her. She had vowed, "I'll fuck his father as much as I want for what he did to me. Then, I'll marry Finn, make him watch me fuck his father, and divorce him." It was a clear plan, one meant to mess with both Finn and his father. But she had no idea that this would spark an unending obsession from Rafael Caruso—her father-in-law, a secret mafia don, a man nobody dared to cross. "I was never a part of your silly games, baby girl," Rafael growled, his voice dripping with authority. "I wanted you even before Finn. You are my submissive pet. You signed the damn contract, and you will do as I fucking say." He gripped her hand, pinning her to the wall. "I will keep you as long as I want, for as the contract stands. You belong to me! There's no escape!”
View MoreEpilogue Three Years LaterThe auditorium was filled with applause, camera flashes, and the restless excitement of families who had waited years for this day.Maisie sat in the second row, her hands clasped tightly together, her heart swelling in a way she could barely contain. The banner above the stage read Business School Graduation Ceremony, bold and proud.And there he was.Nash.Her little brother no longer looked little.He stood tall in his graduation gown, shoulders squared, confidence radiating from him in a way that made her chest tighten with emotion. Three years ago, he had been carrying grief like armor, anger like oxygen. He lived without hope, with no vision. Three years ago, closure had felt impossible.But today?Today, Nash Moretti looked whole.After everything that had happened, the arrests, the revelations, the inheritance, Nash had thrown himself into rebuilding not just their father’s legacy, but himself. He had gone to business school determined to understand
Chapter Ninety-sevenThe waiting room of the jail was colder than Maisie expected, not just in temperature, but in atmosphere.It had been days since she left the hospital and she decided there was one more thing to do—to see Becky.The walls were painted a dull gray, the kind that seemed to drain warmth from everything it touched. Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting harsh shadows that made every face look tired, hardened, or haunted. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and metal.Maisie sat beside Mr. Caruso on a rigid plastic chair, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She looked calm on the outside, but inside, something heavy and final was settling into place.Becky was being processed.Becky.Marcella D’Angelo.The woman who had sat at dinner tables, who had worn kindness like a costume. The woman who had orchestrated the death of her parents. It felt unbelievable that the same woman whom she was concerned about, whom she pitied multiple times was the reason h
Chapter Ninety-sixMaisie My head and limbs felt impossibly heavy, too heavy to lift, too heavy to command. Even the simple act of breathing felt deliberate, as though my lungs had to be reminded of their duty. All I could manage was to force my aching eyes open and glance around the unfamiliar space, my vision blurred and swimming.It wasn’t until the sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic invaded my senses, the unmistakable smell that belonged to only one place, that reality settled over me.I was in a hospital.The realization didn’t bring relief. It only made everything feel more real. My entire body felt drained, hollowed out, as though every ounce of strength had been wrung from me and discarded. I couldn’t move my arms, couldn’t lift my legs. The only proof that I was still alive was the slow movement of my eyes and the faint beeping somewhere to my right.“She’s up!” a familiar voice exclaimed, breaking through the fog in my mind. “She woke up, just now.” The voice repeated, loud
Chapter Ninety-fiveMaisieIt was the day. The day that would determine everything. The day I would either walk out of this nightmare as a free woman or be sentenced to prison for crimes I still did not fully understand. I had imagined this moment in so many different ways during the sleepless nights in my cell, but now that it was actually here, I felt completely unprepared. I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what was truly going to happen. My mind was a battlefield of conflicting thoughts and emotions, crashing into each other so violently that I could barely breathe, let alone think clearly.Finn had given me his version of the story, a carefully constructed explanation filled with pain and betrayal and urgency, but after he left, there had been whispers of another version, another side entirely, and now I was trapped between two opposing truths. I didn’t know which one was real. I didn’t know who was manipulating me and who was protecting me. I felt like I was standing at






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