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He is kind and humorous, and when he speaks of being president one day, I believe him. “Governor Smith, how are you?” My husband greets him with the same excitement and extends his hand. This is how this world is, crime and capital go hand in hand. There is no definitive line between those who create laws and those who break them. There is only recognition and understanding of power. I used to have power once. “And Mrs. Cattaneo, how are you?” I extend my arm like a robot, and pretend to be delighted when he kisses my hand.

And silence. He slammed the papers down so hard the pen split in his hand, ink spraying across the desk. “You don’t just leave me,” he growled. “You don’t just pretend I was never your home.” He tried everything—pleading, bargaining, even submitting statements to the court claiming he was still in therapy, still working on himself. The courtroom echoed with his desperation. He stood in front of the judge like a man on trial for a crime he didn’t realize he committed until the sentence was already sealed.

THIS BOOK IS A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE INTENDED FOR MATURE READERS AGED 18 AND ABOVE. IT CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO: Graphic sexual scenes Violence and torture Strong language Drug use Psychological manipulation Mafia-related kinks and themes Depictions of abuse (not inflicted by the male lead)

♪♪ New Rules • Dua Lipa ✿✿✿ LILAH "Everything can't be solved with violence. Violence is not an answer. Let us go, pookie." Well, that sounds so stupid of me. I let out a desperate sigh and glare at the guard who's standing as rigid as a concrete pillar, eyes fixed on the wall with all the interest of a bored teenager, not caring to bulge or acknowledge the two miserable women in front of his feet, bleeding, wailing their hearts out and throwing almost all the curses exist in the world over him.

"I know it’s too late to say anything now. I shouldn’t have let Celine blind me. I shouldn’t have treated you so cruelly. I shouldn’t have caused our child’s death. "I’ve locked Celine in the ice cellar. She’ll pay with her life for what she did to you and the baby. I know it can never make up for the harm I caused, but it’s all I can do. "Vesper, if you can hear me, can you forgive me? I truly regret everything. I miss you. I miss our child." He remained there on his knees from sunrise to sunset, confessing over and over again. No matter what he said, there was no answer.

I tapped it and immediately I did that, a voice began to play from the watch's tiny speaker. It was Peterson's voice. "There's no coming out of this for you, Luan," the recording said clearly. "Even your precious lawyer Leonard can't save you from this one." Peterson's eyes went wide with fear and disbelief. The recording continued. "It doesn't even matter if you actually killed them or not. It doesn't matter if you're innocent. I'm going to make sure you go to prison. Whether you did it or not. I'm going to make sure you spend the rest of your life behind bars."

“Your first crime is that you’ve wantonly killed innocent people! To pave the path for the Crestfalls in Sumeria, you’ve killed Solomon Stormbrew, the henchmen of the Hanshu and Crestfall families, and others. “Your second crime is that you’ve purged dissidents to amass wealth! “You expelled the richest person in Sumeria, Anthony Henderson, the Crestfalls, the Millers, and Simon-Tooke, causing doubts about our country’s investment environment!” “Your third crime is your abuse of power! In Sumeria and the East River State, there have been several instances where the local police have caught you red-handed, but you forcefully suppressed them with armed forces. You’ve shown blatant disregard fo

“You always call me at night. Can’t you just let me work in peace? Will this ever end?” I humbly tried to explain, “It’s true. I’m not lying…” Suddenly, a sweet, flirtatious female voice came through the receiver. “Marky-boo, does this lingerie look good on me?” Hearing Angela Bright’s voice, I froze. Before I could question anything, Mark immediately hung up the phone. My heart sank, and the murderer’s footsteps grew closer. The instinct to survive overcame my fear. I clenched my fists tightly and then threw my phone at him with all my strength, forcing him to take a step back.

"You should call the police and I'll confess everything and accept whatever sentence they give me. I should have turned myself in three years ago instead of running and if facing prison is what it takes to give you some measure of peace then I'll do it gladly." "Don't you dare act noble." Sarah moved closer, her finger jabbing at his chest. "Don't you dare stand there and pretend surrendering yourself is some kind of sacrifice when you've had three years of freedom my son never got. You don't get to be the martyr here, you're just the coward who finally got caught."

Frustrated, I rested my head on the glass window of the car and hoped that my disobedience won't lead to a greater consequence. I'm sorry, uncle. I wish to be a burden to you no more, but I only live for justice's sake. Thank you for reading. 😊💖