All Chapters of Three Scars：Betrayed by the Don: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

19 Chapters

Chapter 11

The rain in Seattle is endless.Unlike the aggressive downpours of New York, the rain here is a soft, steady drizzle, as if washing away the world’s sins.I opened a small private clinic in the suburbs. Here, there is no "Mrs. Whitestone," only a woman named Viola.It’s been a month since I left New York.At first, I had nightmares every night. Of drowning, of burning, of Gavin’s cold eyes.But time is the best medicine.Now, I spend my days taking the blood pressure of the elderly and bandaging the scraped knees of children. It’s mundane, but I’ve never felt so at peace.One afternoon, the bell on my clinic door chimed frantically.A huge Doberman Pinscher burst in, its back leg bleeding from what looked like a run-in with a barbed-wire fence. It bared its teeth, a low growl rumbling in its throat."It's okay, good boy," I said, crouching down, unafraid of its aggression. The scent of antiseptic on me seemed to calm it.I expertly soothed the dog, snipped the fur around the wound, cle

Chapter 12

(Gavin's Perspective)Gavin tore back to the house he and Viola had shared, his car screeching to a halt.It was his last hope."Viola!"He slammed the door open, his voice echoing in the empty space.No answer.Only dust motes dancing in the sunbeams.The furniture was the same, but everything that belonged to Viola was gone. Her toothbrush, her slippers, even her favorite coffee mug.She had erased every trace of herself so completely, it was as if she had never existed. As if she had never loved a man named Gavin.He stormed into the bedroom, wrenching open the closet. Empty.He ran to the study and pulled open the drawer.A single document lay inside.Divorce Agreement.In the space for the wife's signature, Viola's name was written in a firm, resolute hand, the ink long dry. Next to it was his own.He suddenly remembered. Sofia had him sign something… he thought it was a property transfer, he hadn't even looked."No…"Gavin’s knees gave out, and he collapsed.He picked up the pape

Chapter 13

My second month in Seattle, my peaceful life hit a snag—a few local thugs started harassing me."Listen up, the protection fee for this street just went up. If you don't want all these pretty medicine bottles smashed, you'll hand over two grand right now."Three thugs with cheap tattoos leaned on my counter. One of them was tapping a baseball bat against the glass display case.I stood behind the counter, my hand secretly reaching for the gun in my drawer. My heart was pounding, but I kept my voice cold. "I've already paid my rent. This is a civilized city.""Civilized?" The leader laughed and reached for my collar. "Around here, this," he made a fist, "is the law."CRACK.A sickening snap of bone.Before the thug's hand could touch me, he let out a pig-like squeal.Dorian had appeared in the doorway. He hadn't even taken off his grey trench coat. One hand was still in his pocket; the other, with just two fingers, had bent the thug's wrist back at an impossible angle."Getting rough wi

Chapter 14

"I used to beg Gavin to take me to see the snow, but he always said he was busy, that Switzerland was too far, that I was too sensitive to the cold," I said, smiling faintly at the passing pine trees. "The truth is, he just didn't want to waste his time on me."Dorian, his hand on the steering wheel, reached over and ruffled my hair. "Then he's a fool. For you, I'd move Antarctica."We were on our way to Mount Rainier. Our first trip since we'd gotten together.The summit was covered in white. We ran and laughed in the snow like children. Dorian threw a snowball at me, and I shrieked and shoved a handful of snow down his collar."Oh, a sneak attack!" he laughed, grabbing me to throw me into a snowbank.Just then, the screech of tires shattered the peaceful scene.Three black SUVs tore up the mountain road, aggressively blocking our path.Doors opened. Men in black suits poured out.And then, the figure from my nightmares stepped out of the center vehicle.Gavin Whitestone.He was thinn

Chapter 15

We returned to Seattle, and Gavin followed.He was more unhinged than ever.He bought the abandoned brick building across the street from my clinic and paid triple to have it renovated overnight.Every day, I could feel his gaze on me—a dark, obsessive presence boring through the glass. He watched me with binoculars. When I read, he watched. When I treated patients, he watched. When Dorian and I kissed… he was probably across the street, smashing things.Then came the "apology" gifts.Day one, a truck blocked the entire street to unload 9,999 Bulgarian roses."Throw them out," I said, not even looking up, as the sanitation workers swept the expensive flowers into the trash.Day two, a black velvet box. Dorian opened it to reveal a full set of pink diamonds, worth a fortune.Dorian sneered, closed the box, and had it returned to sender with a note: Mr. Whitestone, I can afford to buy Viola a dozen sets of diamonds of this quality.Day three, day four…My patience ran out. The harassment

Chapter 16

Alcohol is the devil’s blood, and tonight, Gavin Whitestone drank the devil dry.The door to my apartment groaned, then burst open with a violent crash.Gavin stood there, soaked to the bone, a ghost from the abyss. His shirt was unbuttoned, his chest flushed, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand."Get out!" I grabbed a vase, my hands shaking as I aimed it at him."Get out?" He stumbled in, reeking of booze and rain. "I'm your husband… wherever I am is home."He threw the bottle. It shattered. He stalked towards me, his eyes unfocused but filled with a terrifying aggression. "Viola, has that Irish mutt touched you? Huh? Has he kissed you like this?""Don't touch me!" I backed away until my back hit the wall.Fear washed over me. This wasn't the proud Godfather; this was an unhinged madman. Words wouldn't stop him. I had to destroy his hope completely, even if I had to use the cruelest lie.My hand instinctively went to my flat stomach. I looked up at him, my eyes full of defiance

Chapter 17

(Gavin's Perspective)Gavin returned to New York, a walking corpse, a soul-sucked shell. His ribs were still broken, but he couldn't feel the pain. The hole in his heart was too vast, too cold.Nonna looked at her ruined son, a flicker of something hard in her old eyes."Gavin, a Whitestone man never gives up," the old woman said, leaning on her cane. From a locked ebony box, she took out a small glass vial.Inside was a shimmering blue liquid."This is the old Sicilian way," her voice was a witch's rasp. "An ancient neurotoxin, mixed with a powerful aphrodisiac. A few drops, and she will lose all will to resist. She will become compliant, desperate. Get her pregnant with a Whitestone heir, and motherhood will be her chain. All women are the same. A child is a leash."Gavin stared at the vial, a war raging inside him.This was low. This was rape. This was the final desecration of what he called love."No… I can't do that to her…" Gavin clutched his head in agony."Then you'll just watc

Chapter 18

The Moonlight sat on a cliff, the waves crashing below.Gavin had booked the entire restaurant. He wore a perfectly tailored suit, his face clean-shaven. He looked handsome, like the man I first met ten years ago.When I walked in, I felt Gavin's eyes lock onto my neck.On the mark Dorian had left last night.He'd been jealous when I told him I was meeting Gavin alone. I had to reassure him somehow.I saw Gavin's hand clench into a fist, but I pretended not to notice.I sat down. "After this meal, I expect you to keep your promise.""Of course," Gavin said, his voice hoarse. "Here. A toast to our past."He picked up the decanter and poured me a glass of red wine.The dark liquid swirled like a cup of blood."I don't drink," I said."Just one sip," he begged, his eyes pleading but hiding a black hole of darkness. "After this, we're even."I hesitated. I just wanted this to be over.I picked up the glass and drank it all."Goodbye, Gavin." I put the glass down and stood to leave.Gavin d

Chapter 19

They were the cruelest words Gavin had ever heard.Even drugged, even in a haze of pure instinct, all she felt for him—Gavin Whitestone—was a bone-deep terror.She was truly afraid of him. He was the monster from her nightmares.And the name she called for in her darkest moment was Dorian.Gavin looked down at the trembling woman, at the tears escaping her eyes, and suddenly, the twisted possessiveness receded like a tide, leaving behind a dead, barren wasteland.He couldn't win.Even if he took her by force, even if he got her pregnant, he had lost her forever.He had personally turned the girl who adored him into a terrified creature who flinched at the sound of his name."AHHHH!"Gavin let out a desperate, animalistic roar and recoiled from her. He slammed his fist against the car window. The bulletproof glass cracked, and his hand became a bloody mess.With trembling hands, he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around her disheveled form.He grabbed a water bottle from

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