All Chapters of My New Face, the Don’s Lost Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Ms. Aria, are you absolutely sure about this?" Inside the private clinic, the black-market doctor handed me the consent form with trembling hands. "Digging the GPS chip out of your neck, breaking and rebuilding your facial bones... You are so beautiful, why would you..." "Because I need to escape someone. Forever." I touched my face with a bitter smile and signed my name. When I walked out of the clinic, the blinding sunlight made me squint. Before I could take three steps, the familiar roar of engines echoed from the end of the street. A massive fleet of black bulletproof SUVs pulled up. The doors swung open. Chicago's most feared Don, Killian, strode toward me. "Aria, how dare you go out alone?" He crushed me against his chest, gripping my waist so hard it almost bruised. "What if you were in danger?!" I rested my head against his broad chest. My voice was very light. "I just needed some air. You got here fast." "With this chip, I can find you in a second." He looked down,

Killian followed my finger. It was the filthy stain he and Tessa left on this bed last night. But he didn't even blink. A casual smile formed on his lips. "I came out of the shower to get a drink this morning and spilled some water." He put the tray down and sat on the edge of the bed. Not a single trace of panic. The same hands that had ruthlessly ravaged another woman's body last night now gently pressed against my lower stomach. His warm palm slowly rubbed my old wound. "Does it still hurt, baby?" He looked into my eyes, drowning in tenderness, as if I were his most precious treasure. I stared dead at the man in front of me. No guilt in his deep eyes. No hesitation. How does he do it? Like a split-personality psychopath. Fucking another woman raw on this bed, then putting on a holy, devoted face to care for my pain. "It doesn't hurt anymore." I lowered my eyes, forcing down the urge to vomit. Killian kissed my forehead. "Good. Get dressed. I'm taking you somewhere." T

I froze in my tracks. My eyes met Killian's as he rushed out of the greenhouse. He was carrying a half-naked Tessa in his arms. Bright red blood dripped from between Tessa's pale legs onto the carpet. The moment our eyes locked, the invincible Mafia Don actually showed a flash of extreme panic. But he was too good at lying. In just one second, he stabilized his expression. "Aria, Tessa broke a vase and sliced her wrist open on the glass." He clutched the woman tightly, brushing past me with frantic steps. He sounded exactly like a boss worried about his employee. "She's losing too much blood! I have to get her to the hospital!" He didn't even wait for my response before vanishing down the hall, leaving a glaring trail of blood. Broken glass? I looked at the perfectly intact decorations in the greenhouse, and the shredded lace panties on the sofa. The lie was insultingly lazy. He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. I stood in the freezing wind on the top floor for a long

Watching that filthy video, listening to Killian's deep grunts and Tessa's shameless moans... My heart, which I thought was already numb, was violently torn open again. I had spent the last five days forcing myself to swallow his betrayal, forcing myself to wear the perfect mask.But seeing him claim I was his life, while entirely emptying himself inside another woman... It still made me sick. I rushed into the bathroom, clinging to the toilet bowl, dry-heaving uncontrollably as tears flooded my eyes. Why? Killian, why did you have to hurt me this much? Why couldn't you leave me a single shred of dignity! When the tears finally stopped, the woman in the mirror was pale, but her eyes were as cold as ice. It's completely over. The last bit of nostalgia I had for our past was crushed into dust. At dawn, Killian finally arrived, having promised to stay with me all night. "Why are you awake so early?" He rushed over. Seeing my swollen eyes, he immediately panicked. "Why are you c

Killian's POVThe SUV felt like it was running out of oxygen.I smashed my finger against the phone screen, dialing her number over and over again like a madman.“The number you dialed is out of service.”"Call again! Tear the city's network apart if you have to!" I roared at my men in the front, my eyes bloodshot.Just half an hour ago, Aria's tracker signal completely vanished in a black market dumpster.She was gone.My underboss, Silas, pulled the car door open. He was shaking, holding a metal tray."Boss... we found this at an underground clinic."On the bloody tray lay a microchip, carved right out of flesh. Next to it was a pile of soaked gauze.My lungs stopped working."The doctor said she was awake." Silas's voice trembled. "She didn't use anesthesia. She dug the GPS chip out of her own neck while fully conscious."My heart violently seized. I doubled over in agony.No anesthesia?My delicate girl—the one who needed me to hold her for hours just from a papercut—took a knife a