Seven Years His Secret
I had been in a secret relationship with my mafia boyfriend, Dante Castellano, for seven years. No public contact. No photos together. No proof I had ever stood by his side.
He told me, "Once I'm powerful enough that no one dares touch you, I'll make it official."
I believed him.
The day before our seventh anniversary, I found a ten-carat diamond ring in his suit jacket. I cried with joy, thinking seven years of hiding were finally over.
The next morning, I wore my most expensive dress and sprayed on the only perfume he had ever given me. I practiced my smile in the mirror, the one I would give when he proposed.
Then, my phone lit up with a breaking news alert.
[Breaking News: Seven-Ye
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