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He wouldn’t betray me. But then who? My mind races, replaying every interaction, every word spoken. It might be anyone. And that’s what terrifies me the most. The concept that someone we’ve trusted, someone who has been with us through everything, could be the one tearing us apart from the inside. The treachery feels too close, too personal, and it left me reeling. Marco’s voice cuts through the silence, strong and decisive. "We’re going to find out who it is," he continues, his tone dangerously calm. "And when we do, they’ll regret ever crossing me."

I didn’t understand what I had done to deserve so much heartache and pain in my life. “Sweetheart, I know it hurts right now, but it will get better,” the nurse said in a soothing voice as she checked my vital signs. Gabriel’s head snapped up at this, not having realized that I was awake. He gently stroked my hair putting on a brave face while out in public but I could tell that he was shattered. Despite his protest that he did not want any more children less than a year ago, I knew he was beyond excited with our pregnancy. My body had let him down just as much as it had let me down. It had betrayed both of us. The surgeon was in to talk to us but I didn’t hear a word she said. I was lost in

"Okay cool." After they got through discussing the situation about the robbery, K asked her why she was afraid to give him a chance. " I'm afraid because the last person I was in a relationship with was only in it for personal gain and didn't treat me like I should be treated." " Well you won't have to worry about that with me because I'm a real man not a lil boy." " Just because your a real man you're sayin I shouldn't worry bout you hurting me. No you're wrong even though you are a man that still doesn't mean you won't hurt me. Sometimes things happen unavoidable things, there is no guarantee that you won't hurt me and promises are sometimes broken. If I give you my trust, what's there

She thought she was speaking to a lawyer sent by Drake, and to reduce her sentence, she betrayed Gariel without holding back. “Gariel’s such a fool for believing everything I tell him since he was a child. I told him Hale was a temptress, and he hated her for twenty years. All the money he earned, I didn’t leave him a single cent, and he thought I was suffering out there. All the things he did, he did them himself. I’m willing to be a tainted witness if it gets me out. He’s useless. He can’t even complete his revenge. He ruined himself and dragged me down too.”

Lucas had mentioned to me that Vincent had gone insane. To prove his loyalty to me, he had personally slaughtered Chloe and that unborn fetus. This violated the mob's ironclad rule against spilling Family blood. He was kicked off his pedestal by the elders and became a stray dog hunted across the entire country. He stared at my stomach, his eyes red rimmed, his whole body trembling. He stumbled forward and fell to his knees in front of me, pulling out a bloodstained box. It was the "Heart of True Love." "Mia, I got it back," his voice was broken, begging me from the very dirt. "The eyesores are all dead. I took care of them myself. Come back with me. Just nod your head, and my life is yours.

He stood there with his lips parted, struggling to put his reasons into words. "I'm sorry, Audrey." Meanwhile, I looked at him indifferently. "Hunter, you bought their lies because you felt pressured by Grandma's kindness. You wouldn't have been played like a fiddle if you've had even a shred of care in your heart toward her. “At the end of the day, it was your heartlessness and ingratitude that gave them a chance to deceive you." He shook his head frantically when he heard my criticism, stretching his arms to grab me.

"If there's an injustice that needs to be addressed, I'll do everything I can to resolve it. Just say the word." Hudson pressed himself as close to her as he could, his voice trembling. "I'm scared…" Rebecca clapped her hands, and someone stepped forward to remove their blindfolds. She then said to me, "Arthur, everyone involved is here. Whatever you want to do with them is your call." I looked at the people across from me, but there was no sense of satisfaction in me at all. All I felt was hatred and disgust. The moment the blindfold came off, the tension on Winona's face eased a little. She looked at me with the same unreadable calm she always had.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body trembled with rage. “And my baby?” His voice trembled. He knew in his heart, though. “What child? It was a bastard she was carrying!” Mary raised her voice, sharp and cruel. “You’re not seriously considering raising someone else’s child, are you? Are you out of your mind?! That woman’s the mafia lord’s mistress. Aren’t you disgusted? “I kicked her out. And I made sure that baby was taken care of, too. I did what any good mother would do. I protected you from being trapped raising another man’s child!

I thought today would be the perfect moment to tell him, to share the good news, to finally fix what had broken between us. Instead, I was met with his shameless betrayal, his cruel humiliation, his merciless disregard. The man I once loved had been warm and dazzling, like light slipping through my fingers—something beautiful, something mine. Now, that same light burned too bright, searing through every fragile hope, reducing my love to nothing but ashes. I wasn’t sure if it was the force of Ethan’s movements shaking the car too violently or if the blood-streaked handprints on the window had caught a passerby’s attention.

"She's throwing another tantrum, isn't she? She did the same thing last time—took off the monitor just to threaten me. Unbelievable. Even with lives on the line, she still plays games like this. "Go. Find her. Bring her in and draw the blood. I don't care how you do it. Even if she tries to use that bastard child in her belly to bargain, ignore her." At the word "bastard," my soul—already detached from my body—wavered. My nails dug deep into my ghostly palms as I watched him, face tense with irritation, giving out orders. Not a trace of sorrow. Not even a flicker of regret. I closed my eyes. Tears slid silently down my cheeks.