All Chapters of The Price of Betrayal: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Seeing Vincent protectively hovering over me the whole time, even personally handing me my food, the mob wives all gathered around to gossip."Mia, you have no idea. The Don is notoriously cold-blooded to everyone else. Anyone who screws up gets dumped straight into the Hudson River, but to you, he's incredibly tender!""I heard the Don even let you handle the dividends from a few of his casinos. When will my deadbeat husband have even half the Don's sense!"Everyone playfully showered me with compliments.Just then, a fake, cold scoff came from the edge of the crowd."Isn't that just what a man is supposed to do?"Everyone turned around. The one speaking was a slender woman wearing a plunging burgundy gown.She fiddled with her fresh manicure, her face full of disdain.I glanced up. Someone next to me whispered, "That's Chloe, the Don's chief secretary. She usually relies on some connections within the mob to act arrogant. Even some of the capos don't dare mess with her.""Who knows w

The garage fell silent for a moment.After a long pause, Chloe finally pouted aggrievedly. "I was just making a joke, Don. Don't be mad."Vincent scoffed coldly, adjusting his shirt collar. "You were the one who said you only wanted money and thrills, not a title. I've given you the best material things, but if you dare leak this to Mia and break the Family's rules, you know what it's like to be dumped in the ocean."Chloe immediately took the hint and backed down, seductively pressing herself against him. "I'll do whatever you say."Those sticky, wet sounds echoed again.I couldn't listen to it anymore. I rolled up my window, slammed the gas, and reversed out of there.On the way back, I finally couldn't suppress the churning in my stomach.I slammed on the brakes, pulled over, pushed the door open, and puked my guts out.Because I hadn't eaten anything all day, all that came up was stomach acid and bile.Not only that, but a sudden, heavy cramp hit my lower abdomen, like a dull knife

Lying in Chloe's bed, Vincent was suddenly struck by an indescribable wave of unease.The clock on the wall pointed to eleven at night. Today was his and Mia's fifth wedding anniversary.A few hours earlier, Chloe had called him, crying and screaming that her stomach hurt, so Vincent had used the excuse of one of his men getting shot to abandon Mia.But after he arrived, the doctor checked her out and explicitly told him that Chloe was just having a regular stomach cramp, and the baby was completely fine.Vincent knew it was all just a ploy for Chloe to fight for his attention.A deep, overwhelming sense of guilt toward Mia surged in his chest. Not only had he ditched his wife on their anniversary dinner, but he had also lied right to her face.Recalling the eerily calm look in Mia's eyes when he left, the panic in Vincent's heart instantly intensified. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was slipping completely out of his control.He immediately rolled out of bed, snatched up

After leaving New York, I completely erased my past.I went to Switzerland and joined the Zurich Institute. I was no longer the accessory of a Mafia Don, but a core R&D leader.Heavily pregnant, I hustled back and forth between the lab and global summits every single day. Thanks to my pushing, the "Shared Life" international medical act was officially passed, giving countless terminally ill children a chance at survival.They called me the "Angel Mother." But I knew very well that I was only redeeming myself.The award ceremony was held in Geneva.I was seven months pregnant and chose a sleek, black silk gown. My swollen belly protruded like an impenetrable layer of bulletproof armor.I steadily walked onto the stage. Below me was a sea of flashing cameras and elite figures from all industries.Taking the trophy, I didn't give the standard thanks to my family. Instead, I looked right into the camera and delivered my own declaration of independence:"True dignity is never earned through