I Was Never His to Lose のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

The Gambino family's highest rule: every Don must be married before taking office.So the moment I came back from studying abroad, my father sent me to intern at the family company run by my fiancé, Ethan Clark—to prepare me for taking over family operations, pave the way for me to become the next Don of the Gambinos, and, you know, build some chemistry between us while we were at it.I thought it was just a formality, so I went alone. No guards. No backup.But the second I walked in, I saw some provocatively dressed woman surrounded by everyone, ordering people around like she owned the place—get her tea, get her water, no questions asked.I glanced at the nameplates on their chests. Content manager. Executive manager. The whole senior leadership team.They were all standing there, smiling stiffly, handing her things, calling her "Mrs. Clark" with this fake reverence.I froze. Raised an eyebrow.She's Mrs. Clark?I told myself not to jump to conclusions. I pushed down the heat rising

Ethan's expression shifted instantly.Georgia's pupils contracted. She whipped her head toward Ethan, pounding his chest in fury. "What does this mean, Ethan? What does she mean by 'fiancée'? Didn't you say I was the only one? Didn't you say you only loved me, that you'd only marry me?"The rest of the staff started whispering among themselves."Wait—so she really is the CEO's fiancée? And we just did all that to her... are we screwed?""Don't overthink it. Even if she is, it's just an arranged marriage. What really matters in the end is who the CEO actually loves.""Exactly. The real woman of this house is Ms. Taylor."Ethan finally snapped back to reality."So what if you are? You're nothing but a pawn the Gambinos sent over for a merger. My father's political standing is the only thing keeping your family's hands clean. Even if I killed you right now—what could your father possibly do about it?"He turned to Georgia, his voice softening into coaxing."Georgia, baby. I'm yours. Only

There was a beat of silence on the other end.Then the crash of a chair being knocked over, followed by a string of trembling, incoherent words: "What?! Ethan—that—that ungrateful brat! Don't be angry, he's lost his mind! I'm coming right now! Right now!"The moment my father hung up, Ethan's phone started ringing.The second he picked up, his father's voice—usually so commanding—came through in a full-blown roar."You imbecile! Do you have any idea who that is?! That's the Don of the biggest mafia family in the country! Even the President shows him respect—and his daughter is his sole heir!""I'll beat you to death when I get there, you worthless piece of shit!"Ethan's face went white as a sheet.Georgia heard every word too. That smug look on her face froze solid. She grabbed Ethan's sleeve, her voice trembling with panic. "Ethan—what does that mean? I thought they were the ones begging your father?"Ethan didn't answer. He stood there like he'd been struck by lightning, shaking his

The final verdict on everyone in the dungeon arrived at my doorstep the next morning, delivered by my father's men.Georgia—both hands severed. All ten fingers, clean off. She'd never wear a ring again, on any finger, for the rest of her life.Then they tossed her out. No one dared to cross the Gambinos by helping her. She lost everything—money, shelter, dignity. She ended up on the streets, lost her mind, digging through trash bins for food when the hunger got too bad.Ethan—twelve ribs broken, then my father took one of his legs. He'll be bedridden for life. The Clark family, desperate to protect the rest of their bloodline, shipped him off to a nursing home on some remote island overseas that same night. He's never setting foot off that island.His father personally delivered a handwritten thank-you note: "Sincere gratitude to the Don for dealing with that scum. The Clark family will be forever indebted."Those executives and managers who joined in beating me? Each one had a hand br