قصص وروايات قصيرة من فئة Mafia وعن Tragic Love وتضم Hypocrisy وتدور في Female Growth

When I was five, I was kidnapped, and the people behind it memorized my face. To protect me, my older sister, Julianne, said, "Maddie, you need to stay out of sight for your own safety." From then on, she took my place whenever I was supposed to appear with my fiance, Adrian Moretti. At the grand opening of his casino, she said the crowd would be too dangerous, so she wore my dress and cut the ribbon beside him. At the Conti family's victory gala, she claimed our enemies might be lying in wait, so she took my invitation and danced with Adrian. After every event, she would pat my head and say: "Once the two of you are married, I can finally stop worrying." I always believed she was doing it for my sake. Then, before my wedding to Adrian, she put on my wedding gown and publicly stood in for me at the rehearsal. She posted pictures on her social media page. Wearing the gown that was supposed to be mine, she stood at the end of the aisle with her arm linked through Adrian's. The caption read: [I tested everything for Maddie first. It was all perfect.] The first comment underneath was from Adrian. [That dress suits you.] I stared at those words for a long time as my heart slowly turned cold. It was time to end this game of replacing me in the name of protecting me.

At the family dinner, Ruby took a drag of Nico Rinaldi's cigar. Right in front of everyone. She’s his "personal secretary." A former stripper. She shoved it back into his mouth, leaving her red lipstick smeared all over the tip. I, Don Nico Rinaldi's fiancée, watched him take a drag without a second thought. Back at the estate that night, I called off the wedding. He ripped off his tie. He was annoyed. "Because I smoked the cigar she handed me?" "The one she dragged on," I corrected him. He glared at me. "Isabella, you're acting like a jealous psycho. Making a scene over nothing. Fine. The engagement is off. Don't come crying back to me." He thought I loved him too much. He thought I'd never leave. But he was wrong. Even the hottest fire turns to ash when you spit on it enough. This time? I was done.

After we made love, Damon pulled me into his arms and opened WhatsApp. A message from Serena popped up, along with a revealing mirror selfie. "Damon, we had a deal. Once she's slept with you, you're in my bed for the next month." I turned my head, stunned. He kissed my cheek absentmindedly. "Serena and I bet on whether you'd sleep with me today. Looks like I lost. "Let's take some time apart. In a month, I promise you a grand wedding." I looked at him, keeping my face calm despite the cruel joke. On the day I moved out, Damon blocked the villa's front door, frowning. "Layla, it's just a bet between Serena and me. Don't throw a tantrum." I didn't answer. I picked up my suitcase and left without looking back. A month later, he proposed, just as he'd promised. I held up the wedding ring I'd just put on. "Sorry. I don't take back trash."