Love, Lies, and the Don
In the sixth year after helping Blake secure his position as Don, I was both his wife and his sharpest blade.
Until the day of our daughter's birthday–
She was hit by a car arranged by his enemies.
As her life hung by a thread, I called him dozens of times.
He never answered.
However, I heard that he was at a casino, spending lavishly with his first love.
In that moment, whatever I felt for Blake died completely.
So when he finally returned, carrying the scent of another woman, I pretended not to notice.
Blake frowned and tried to explain, "Victoria is still young. The casino isn't safe. I had no choice but to stay with her."
I said nothing. I only nodded.
However, he suddenly flew into a rage, grabbing me by the throat, his gaze dark.
"Helena, our daughter is hurt – do you think I don't care? Do you have to keep this attitude?
"And it's just a minor injury. You're the Don's wife. Be more composed. Don't let your jealousy toward Victoria go too far."
I let out a cold laugh.
He did not know–our daughter was already gone.
And neither he nor this family needed to exist in my life anymore.