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The others smirked and echoed in agreement, "All attitude and no skill, yet she's acting like some big shot. Let's see how long she lasts. I bet she'll be crawling back to Don Costa for protection soon enough." After returning to my seat, I opened my laptop and clicked on the project folders I had compiled through countless sleepless nights. I selected the entire folder and confirmed permanent deletion without hesitation. In less than eight seconds, it was done. A wave of unprecedented relief washed over me. It was the first real moment of relaxation I had felt in five years. I took off my headset and shut down the laptop. Then, under the bewildered gazes of the Capos, I walked out of the fa

The strong painkillers he prescribed could only dull the pain enough to make me look normal. I spent this week live-streaming and earning tips to afford a decent funeral. I wanted to leave this world with dignity. It would be my final gift to myself. "Fine. If that's what you want, then we're done." Dominic stormed out. At least Dominic and I weren't fated mates. Our breakup was simple, without the physical agony that came from rejection. A moment later, I received an anonymous message from Chloe. "How are you feeling today? "Haha! How does it feel knowing your precious fiance won't defend you anymore?"

No, it is not sad ending as i said in the beginning “Every story has ending but happy one, there is nothing known as sad, if it is then it is not end” There book 2 and it will be release soon. But for the book 2 I need Vote, if you will vote this book I could able to publish it sooner “As it is requirement” So vote and Leave comment what you think about this book I need you opinion and vote so i would upload the other book. Note edited: Book 2 is out and it is known as Living with Mafia Prince go and get it....

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“That’s not true… I didn’t know… I stopped the ceremony that day…” However, Wesley cut him off, his tone sharp, “No matter how many excuses you make, the fact is you abandoned her. What you did to Lianne can never be erased. The woman who once loved you—she’s gone. The Lianne standing here now has nothing to do with you.” He took my hand in his, his gaze impossibly gentle. “She has only one role now, and she’s my mate.”

Why was I so nervous about this? Lucian looked up from his book. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Yeah, I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” I smiled and rushed on before he could answer, “What are you reading?” He held up the book so I could see the cover. “A murder mystery,” he explained. “The premise is nonsensical, but it’s entertaining. Did you bring anything to read?” I held up my phone. “E-books,” I explained. “I wanted to pack light.”

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

“Deliver you what?” “A ledger,” he said, “One of Cruz’s men is keeping it. Names, shipments, routes. want it.” Her heart tripped over itself. She masked it with a sharp, bright laugh. “That’s all? You want me to stroll into a rival’s pocket and walk out with his little black book?” Dante’s gaze didn’t waver. “Exactly.” “And if I fail?” He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to. The weight of his silence was answer enough.

"Fine. I don't hate you anymore." Hope flared in his eyes. I snuffed it out immediately. "I don't hate you anymore, which means I don't love you either. If you don't want to be pathetic, sign the divorce papers. You disgust me." I gave him back his own words, word for word. He stood frozen in place for a long time, unable to respond. That night, Luca delivered the divorce papers. Antonio had already signed his name. Later, I heard Antonio killed himself. I was abroad getting treatment for my arm using half the Gatti fortune I'd been awarded in the divorce when the news reached me.

Competence, she learned, was its own narcotic. When the espresso cooled and the study lamps took over the sun’s job, the lesson shifted to people. Lenny dragged a leather-bound book from the drawer and opened it like a priest revealing relics. Names and notes, not just debts: a bastard child’s birthday, a father’s surgery, a wife’s second attempt at sobriety. Tiny biographies of leverage and loyalty. Margins wore small griefs in pencil; some lines had been pressed hard enough to cut the paper.