Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Queen He Threw Away: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

My father, Arthur, spotted me first. He saw the gun in my hand and turned pale."Helene... calm down. Warren and Chloe are already legally married. It's done!"My mother, Elena, quickly rushed to shield Chloe."Helene, don't blame them. You've always been too ruthless and controlling. If you knew, you would've gone crazy. Warren had no choice but to fake his death and elope. He loves Chloe, that's the truth.""You're already the head of the Frey family. For your father and me, just let them be."I stared at the perfect couple hiding behind my parents, dead silent.A second later, I raised my gun and shot the massive crystal chandelier above them. Glass shattered everywhere, and the crowd screamed in terror."You all know how I deal with traitors, right?"I aimed my gun straight at Warren and Chloe.Pale and shaking, Chloe hid behind him."Enough!"Papa roared, swatting the gun out of my hand. Pain flared in my wrist."Are you going to kill your own sister? Do your mother and I mean not

I stared at him in disbelief.Maya was my only real friend. She was the one bright spot in my dark, bloody world. He knew exactly how much she meant to me."Just drive us to the venue safely."He linked arms with Chloe and sneered at me.I gripped the steering wheel so hard my nails dug into my palms.I barely remember how I drove them through the city to the hall.All I knew was the press was having a field day.[Donna turns into a doormat? Drives her own sister to marry her ex!]Warren had even bought internet trolls to steer the narrative."He faked his death just to get away from her. Who wouldn't be scared of a psycho like that?""If I were him, I'd have run too.""All she knows is violence. The unloved one is the real third wheel!"I didn't sleep a wink that night.The next day, I went to the Frey syndicate headquarters, only to find my safe emptied and my things tossed on the floor."Sorry, Helene. All of this is mine now."The door opened, and Chloe leaned against the desk, wat

That night, Warren dreamed of Helene.He dreamed of her at 17, cutting through rival thugs, covered in blood, to pull him to safety.He dreamed of her at 21, handing him her last clip of ammo when they were surrounded.He dreamed of her at 27, putting a gun to her head three days after his "death," only to be tackled by her crew.When he woke up, he was drenched in a cold sweat.Her face in the dream was so vivid."Warren, what's wrong?"Chloe blinked awake and instinctively hugged him.This time, he didn't hug her back.He pulled his arm away."Go back to sleep. I'm going for a smoke."On the balcony, Warren held an unlit cigarette.He remembered Helene hated the smell of smoke. He was a chain smoker, but he quit whenever she was around.He opened his phone and clicked into a hidden album.Pictures of Helene popped up.It was from the first time he took her to an amusement park. She complained it was for kids, but her eyes were crinkling with laughter, already planning their next trip

(Helene's POV)"Maya, give me a hand!"I called out from the front yard of the farm.Six months ago, a minute before the car blew, I noticed something was wrong. I grabbed Maya, jumped out, and we hopped a passing freight train.The blast knocked us out.When we woke up, a farmer in a small Midwestern town had saved us.Maya ran over, grinning ear to ear at the crates of homemade jam."We're rich! Good job, boss!"We had taken over a farm in the town, and life was better than I ever imagined.As we headed to the market, a neighbor texted us."Big buyer in town buying all the jam! Hurry up!"When I got to the market and saw that familiar face, my smile vanished."Helene!"Warren rushed over. He looked thin, exhausted, with gray in his hair."It's you! You're alive!"He grabbed my hand, his eyes welling up.I yanked my hand back and didn't even look at him."You've got the wrong person. I'm not Helene."Warren's hand froze in mid-air."Helene, I know you hate me. I know I screwed up.""I