The Don's Broken Vow
I married Don Alessandro in secret.
The Five Families of Chicago had ruled for generations. And I had married into the most powerful of them.
For four years, Alessandro made me promises. One hundred and twelve times.
And one hundred and twelve times, he left me standing alone.
The first time, his ex‑girlfriend’s father had a heart attack. Alessandro canceled the wedding and stayed with her for three full weeks.
The second time, she crashed her Maserati into a fountain in Monaco. Drunk. He flew there overnight and paid off the police chief personally.
Every time, right before our wedding, she manufactured another crisis.
I begged. I screamed. I put a knife to my own wrist.
Alessandro just laughed, pulled the blade from my hand, and fucked me against the nearest wall.
“She’s my ex‑girlfriend. You’re my wife. You don't need to be jealous of her.”
After the one hundred and twelfth time, I stopped feeling anything.
I pushed a piece of agreement in front of him.“Our marriage. Our alliance. Consider it terminated.”