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All Chapters of After Hearing My Mafia Boyfriend’s Thoughts, I Chose To Die Alone: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

11 Chapters

Chapter 1

Ten years ago, he was nothing more than an unwanted illegitimate son of the Moretti Family, living on the streets. He'd been hunted by enemies and left bleeding in the rain. I was the one who carried him back to my run-down apartment and spent my meager wages from odd jobs on his medicine.To help him gain a foothold in the blood-soaked Moretti Family, I gave up any chance at a normal life. I learned to handle a gun and fought my way through the underworld. I shielded him from lethal attacks. I even hid inside a freezer for ten straight hours to help him transport a weapons shipment, nearly freezing to death.Back then, he would hold my hand tightly as we huddled in an unheated basement, his eyes full of devotion as he dreamed aloud about our future. He said we'd go to Sicily, buy a white villa on the Amalfi Coast, and live a quiet, peaceful life.I thought we were each other's salvation.But now, hearing the cold calculations in his heart and looking at that face so full of feigned de

Chapter 2

With no family member beside me, I had to sign the informed-consent form acknowledging the risks myself, my hand shaking the entire time."Ms. Moretti, the puncture will be extremely painful. Local anesthetic may not block the deep pressure as the needle passes between the vertebrae, and changes in spinal-fluid pressure can hurt. If it becomes unbearable, cry out." The doctor sighed as he picked up a steel needle nearly four inches long.To avoid putting pressure on the gunshot wound in my chest, I had to hold an extremely awkward, physically draining position the entire time.When the long needle pierced my skin and muscle and slid between my vertebrae into the spinal canal, pain detonated through my body."Ngh..."I bit down on my lip so hard it bled.In the bed next to mine, a young woman was undergoing a similar procedure. Her husband held her tightly, kissing away her tears, murmuring softly, "Baby, I'm here. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..."And me?I was a terminal cancer pat

Chapter 3

Morning came.Eric finally showed up. He'd changed into a fresh suit, but I could still catch the faint trace of Angelina's jasmine perfume clinging to him.He carried an expensive-looking insulated food carrier."Selena, I'm sorry. Last night, the negotiations with the old guard ran into complications and dragged on until dawn." Wearing a mask of guilt and concern, Eric hurried to my bedside and opened the carrier.Inside were exquisite French truffle waffles and fresh wild berries."Look, I went halfway across New York to get breakfast from your favorite place. Here, try a bite." He cut off a piece of waffle and lifted the fork to my lips.But the instant he opened his mouth, his thoughts blasted through my mind before his words even finished:[God, I'm exhausted. I was up until dawn dealing with Angelina and her impossible temper. This breakfast was made by Angelina's personal chef. She threw a fit because the waffles weren't fluffy enough and tossed them on the table. I grabbed the

Chapter 4

Marco and Tony had barely left when Angelina stormed into my hospital room. Behind her, several bodyguards carried a pale-looking middle-aged woman."Eric! Where the hell are you? Get over here!" Angelina's shrill voice echoed down the corridor.Eric, who'd been briefing his men in the next room, rushed over. "Darling, what's wrong? What's got you so upset?""What's wrong? Maria Rossi, the nanny who raised me from birth, just collapsed from exhaustion!" Angelina jabbed a finger at me, then at the VIP suite with the best monitoring equipment in New York. "I want her in this room! Now. Get this woman out!"The attending physician and head nurse went pale and rushed to intervene. "Ms. Astalotta, absolutely not! Ms. Moretti just underwent emergency treatment. Her gunshot wound could hemorrhage at any moment, and her brain... Her condition is critical. She needs to remain in this ICU suite under continuous monitoring!""Critical? What's so critical about her? She's just some lowlife who tak

Chapter 5

Two days later, I was discharged.Eric carved out half an hour from his packed schedule to pick me up himself.The entire ride, he was warm and attentive, even adjusting the passenger seat for me.But just as the car pulled up to the Moretti Family's estate, a red Ferrari screeched to a halt right in front of us.The door opened, and Angelina stepped out.She looked down her nose at me. "Selena, out of the hospital? Perfect timing. I'm hosting a charity gala for the city's elite at the Long Island manor tonight, and with my nursemaid sick, I'm short one maid."Angelina turned to Eric. "Eric, lend me your little attack dog for the evening. She can serve me and my friends. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"Eric blinked, then frowned. "Angelina, Selena has a serious injury. She just got out of the hospital...""Oh? Can't bear to part with her?" Angelina's voice shot up. "Eric, don't forget, the only reason you're sitting where you are is because the Astalotta Family is propping

Chapter 6

The day before the wedding, I packed my bags alone in the bedroom.In truth, I had almost nothing to take. A dying woman doesn't need much luggage.From the very bottom of the closet, I pulled out a tin box.It was full of "memories" from my ten years with Eric.I picked up a slightly misshapen brass bullet. Eight years ago, in Chicago, it was the first bullet I'd ever taken for him. He'd held my nearly lifeless body, sobbing until he could barely breathe. After the surgery, when they removed the bullet, he'd sealed it in resin and given it to me. He said it was proof of our "undying love."I looked at the bullet, expressionless, and tossed it into the trash can.Next, I pulled out a faded bulletproof vest riddled with patches and bullet holes.Ten years ago, Eric had spent his last three hundred dollars on a black-market bulletproof vest for me. Back then, we had no home and couldn't even afford a proper meal. But on the inside collar, in crooked black marker, he'd written:[Selena, I

Chapter 7

Eric and Angelina's wedding day arrived.Eric stood before the priest in a perfectly tailored black suit. His handsome face wore a flawless smile, but beneath his cuffs, his hands were trembling. His palms were slick with sweat, and his eyes kept drifting toward the sealed cathedral doors.[Where the hell is Selena? Did she get on the plane? Why hasn't the guy I sent to the airport reported back?][She always listens to me. She must have gone to Hawaii like I told her. Once today's ceremony is over and I have the Astalotta Family's weapons authorization, I'll fly straight to Hawaii and smooth things over. She loves me so much. She'll forgive me. She'll understand I had no choice.]Angelina glided to his side in a wedding gown encrusted with South African diamonds, preening like a peacock. Under the priest's solemn gaze, Eric smiled and said "I do" with perfect devotion, sliding a priceless pigeon-blood ruby ring onto her finger.The wedding went off without a hitch. Eric finally got hi

Chapter 8

Winter in Finland was long and pure.I sat on the deck of a log cabin in Lapland, wrapped in a heavy wool blanket. Pine logs crackled in the fireplace, but my body was still cold as ice.I coughed twice, the second fit trailing into a ragged wheeze...A violent coughing fit struck without warning. I doubled over in agony, pressing a white handkerchief to my mouth. When the spasm finally passed and I pulled the cloth away, it was soaked in a bright, warm stain of blood.The brain tumor was deteriorating faster than the doctors had predicted. Over the past few days, my waking hours had grown shorter and shorter. Most of the time I drifted in a semi-conscious haze. My vision was blurring. I didn't even have the strength to lift a cup of water."Selena, drink this."A warm, slender hand held out a mug of hot tea.The young, handsome man beside me was Dr. Victor Hale. His deep blue eyes were as calm as a mountain lake, and his gaze held endless compassion. He was a physician with Doctors Wi

Chapter 9

When the first blizzard hit New York, Eric completely lost his mind.He hired the best private investigators money could buy and made deals with rival gangs, trading favors with the Moretti Family's enemies, all to find me.When the investigators handed him an empty report confirming that I'd never gone to Hawaii and that there was no record of me leaving the country under my real name, Eric felt the ground drop out from beneath him.Meanwhile, his marriage to Angelina had devolved into open warfare."Eric! You worthless piece of garbage! You skipped my father's birthday!" Angelina slapped Eric hard across his handsome face, leaving an angry red handprint.She jabbed her finger in his face, every word a blade. "Are you still pining over that Selena? That lowlife gutter rat? Let me tell you something. Don't think I don't know about your pathetic little history together! She was nothing but a dog licking the dirt off the Astalotta Family's boots! I'm not some pushover like her that you c

Chapter 10

Eric eventually traced the return address on the parcel all the way back to Finland.When he finally tracked down Victor's clinic and stood before the snow-covered log cabin, there was nothing left of the powerful, untouchable Don he'd been in New York.He was gaunt, barely more than a skeleton. He wore a dirty, wrinkled black overcoat. The slicked-back hair he'd once groomed so meticulously was now a tangled mess. Stubble covered his jaw in uneven patches. His eyes were sunken, the whites shot through with red. He looked less like a man and more like a corpse that had wandered through a blizzard."Dr. Hale... please, tell me. Where is Selena?"The moment he saw Victor, Eric abandoned every shred of dignity. He dropped to his knees in the snow, clutching Victor's pant leg as he sobbed and begged."I'm a sinner. I'm a bastard! I know I was wrong. I know... Just let me see her once. Even if she wants my life, I won't resist! Please, tell me where she is..."Eric wept uncontrollably, the

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