Semua Bab My Don Chose The Dancer Over His Bleeding Fiancé: Bab 1 - Bab 10

My fiancé took a bullet for a dancer. He let me take the next one. So, after our sixth anniversary, I decided to leave for good.The moment the bullet tore across my left shoulder, the burning pain nearly brought me to my knees.But I didn't fall.I stared at Colter.He became her human shield. His body took the hit.In the chaos, he didn't even look at me. He was too busy checking on Mia. "Are you okay? Where are you hurt?"Mia trembled in his arms, pointing to a scratch a paper cut would be ashamed of. She sobbed, "My... my arm..."His men cleared the scene. Only then did he seem to remember I existed.He walked over. His eyes flickered to my bloody shoulder for less than a second."It's a scratch," he said, his voice flat. "You're not dying. Get the family doctor to look at it."Then he scooped up the still-sobbing Mia and strode toward his armored car. "I'm taking her to the hospital."My heart hurt more than my shoulder.Just yesterday, I’d raised hell about Mia for the third time

Before I left, I had one more fire to start.The family's underground casino. A place Colter forbid me from setting foot in."Not a place for a lady," he used to say.Today, I decided to inspect my "assets."The elevator doors opened to a wall of smoke, booze, and testosterone.And then I saw it.On the VIP platform in the back, there was a gold-trimmed, high-backed velvet chair. The Donna's chair. A throne reserved for the matriarch of the family.No one was meant to sit in it but me.And right now, Mia was curled up in it like a cat.She was wearing a slip dress so thin it was almost transparent.Colter stood over her, one hand gripping the back of the chair, the other possessively high on her thigh.They were flirting like no one was watching. And everyone in the casino was pretending not to see.I understood instantly. This was his revenge.My defiance last night earned me this public humiliation today.He was showing me that my position could be replaced at any time."Lady Zora?"

Colter's POVI waited in the car for a solid hour.She’s never a minute late. This is payback. For last night. She's putting me in my place."Go see what the hell she's doing in there," I barked at Tony.Tony started to get out, but I changed my mind."Forget it. I'll go myself."I took the steps two at a time and slammed the heavy bronze doors of the church open.Empty.Just a few old nuns wiping down the pews."The lady who just came in. Where is she?" I grabbed the first priest I saw, a man about to snuff out some candles. My voice was rough, ragged with impatience.Startled, the priest pointed to a side door."The woman in the trench coat? She lit a candle and left through the side. Said she was in a hurry to get to the airport."The airport?That one word—airport—slammed into my skull like a sledgehammer."What did you say?" I snarled, grabbing the priest's collar. "What airport?"He shook his head, trembling. "I... I don't know."I let him go, spun around, and stormed out of the

Zora's POV"Mr. Giordano," I said, my voice cold as I stared at the hand gripping my arm. "Watch your mouth. I took what I was owed.""Owed? You're my fiancée! Everything you have is mine!" Colter roared, his other hand moving toward the small of his back—going for his gun. "You're coming back with me. Now. Or I'll turn this place into a morgue."The guests around us screamed and scattered.The old me would have been terrified.But looking at him now, I just found him pathetic."Touch her," Lorenzo said, moving between us. "I dare you.""This is between me and my woman. Stay out of it!" Colter had completely lost it. He jerked his gun up, the black barrel pointing right between Lorenzo's eyes.In that same instant, dozens of guns clicked all around the ballroom.Lorenzo's men.But I didn't hide behind Lorenzo.From the high slit of my dress, I pulled the gun Lorenzo gave me.I racked the slide. The click-clack was deafening in the silence. Then I pressed the cold muzzle to his jaw.Col

Zora's POVI was afraid to fully trust Lorenzo's feelings for me.After all, I'd been betrayed before. Six years of love had vanished into thin air.But now, we were in Angola.The African sun was a brutal flame. I sat in an armored truck, holding a freshly mined blood diamond."Twelve carats, perfect clarity," I said, examining the priceless stone through a loupe. "This shipment can wash fifty million."Lorenzo sat beside me, negotiating in Portuguese with an Angolan diamond merchant.This was our first real business trip together.No longer him protecting me. Now, we were fighting side-by-side."Done," Lorenzo said, shaking the other man's hand. He turned to me. "We can go home now, Donna."Donna.For three months, he'd called me that, as if I were born to hold the title.The convoy pulled out of the diamond mine, heading for the airport.I leaned my head on Lorenzo's shoulder, watching the vast African landscape fly by."Do you regret it?" I asked."Regret what?""Giving the fate of