로그인I am the wife of Anthony Caster, don of the mafia family in New York. When I was nine months pregnant, he brought a woman named Evelyn Graves into the manor, claiming she’d saved his life. That was the day my nightmare began. She put something in my food. Next thing I knew, I was doubled over in pain. And she had the nerve to blame it on me—said I was being reckless with what I ate. She lost her footing and fell down the stairs, but she told everyone I was the one who shoved her. Every day, she’d cry in front of Anthony about how saving him had left her wounded and unable to bear children, how seeing a pregnant woman broke her heart. But the moment she turned to me, the tears were gone, replaced by a cold smile. “As long as I’m here,” she whispered, “your babies will never be born.” Anthony was convinced I was jealous of her. He locked me away in the abandoned attic of the manor and said, “Reflect on your actions and stop bullying Evelyn.” On the first day they shut me in, the contractions began. I screamed, I begged, I banged on the door. The butler heard me and went to inform Anthony. He said, “Amelia, your due date is three days away. Stop putting on an act. Three days in a snowstorm and you came out fine. This? You can handle this.” On the second day, my water broke. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my fingernails digging into the cracks of the wall, blood spilling all over the floor. The butler went to Anthony again. Evelyn said, “Anthony, she’s making all that noise because she wants you to feel sorry for her and let her out. If you give in now, she’ll only grow more reckless later.” He believed her. On the third day, I stopped screaming. Anthony thought I had finally learned my lesson, unaware that I had already died from the difficult labor. When he finally opened that door, all he would find was my rotting, putrid body.
더 보기Finally, Anthony broke down.He fell to his knees before my body and wept.“Amelia… Amelia, I’m sorry…”No reply.There never would be again.He remembered the first time he saw me.The snowy mountains. A blizzard. An abandoned cabin. I had given him my food and gone hungry myself.I told him, “I’m strong. I can handle it.”Three days later, rescuers arrived.I smiled at him and said, “Anthony, you owe me a great debt.”He had answered, “Then I’ll marry you.”I had laughed, bright and happy.Later, I married him.I carried his babies, but he ruthlessly locked me away.In the end, I died.He killed me.I died in the attic he locked with his own hands.I died in the darkness, and he never once bothered to check on me.Anthony cried in the basement for a long time—long after the guests had left and the manor was in total mess.Evelyn still waited at the door, crying.Anthony stepped out, and she threw herself at him.“Anthony, let me explain…”Anthony looked down at her.“When did you kn
On the wedding day, the manor was filled with distinguished guests.Members of every major New York mafia family were present—the Corleones, the Barzinis, the Tattaglias. All dressed in sharp suits, with companions on their arms, chatting in the garden.Anthony stood at the end of the red carpet, his face cold and empty.Evelyn wore a white wedding dress, linked his arm, and smiled sweetly.For a moment, I was transported back to my own wedding to Anthony.On that day, I’d held his arm the same way. It had felt like the whole world was mine.Back then, everyone had blessed us.But today, it was a different scenario.Guests whispered among themselves.“Didn’t Mrs. Caster just die? How can he marry again so soon?”“I heard she didn’t survive the delivery. The twins didn’t make it either. So tragic.”“Tsk, Miss Graves is really something. Mrs. Caster’s only been gone a few days and she’s already taking her place.”“I heard her father’s a consigliere. Anthony can’t afford to offend him.”E
The pen dropped from Vincent’s hand.He said in disbelief, “What did you say?”Anthony’s face was expressionless. “The wedding is next Saturday. At the manor.”Vincent’s eyes went wide. “It’s only been ten days since Amelia died.”“She’s not dead.” Anthony’s tone was firm. “She’s just hiding. I’m going to draw her out.”Vincent shook with anger. “Anthony, are you out of your mind?”Anthony ignored him and turned to leave.“Tell her this—if she doesn’t come out by next Saturday, we’re done. There will be a new Mrs. Caster.”The door closed with a thud.Vincent rushed out, caught up to Anthony, and threw a punch at his face.“She’s dead! Do you hear me? I saw her body with my own eyes!”Anthony didn’t dodge. He took the punch.Vincent threw another punch. “The body in the freezer is her! I already ran a DNA test! What the hell is wrong with you?”Anthony wiped the blood from his mouth, his gaze still cold. “That isn’t her body. It is a fake.”“A fake?!” Vincent was stunned. “Did you go s
Anthony didn’t answer Vincent’s question.Vincent stared at him in disbelief. “You said Amelia is dead? How?”Anthony looked away. Finally, he gritted his teeth and spoke. “Three days ago, she deliberately spilled hot soup on Evelyn, so I locked her in the attic to make her reflect…”“Anthony! Are you out of your fucking mind?! She could have gone into labor at any moment and you locked her up?!” Vincent spat.“She’s a survival expert, and her due date wasn’t here yet. I thought…”“Spare me the excuses! Tell me how she died!”“The coroner ruled it—a difficult labor. That’s what killed her…”Vincent squeezed his eyes shut, turned away, and slammed his fists against the table. “Fuck!”He turned back and punched Anthony in the face.He demanded, “Do you have any idea how agonizing a labor is?! And she went through it alone! She’s dead! You killed her! And you come here asking me where she is?!”Anthony didn’t dodge. He took the blow. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.He wiped it












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