He Never Loved Me,Until I Left

of Zane, the most terrifying mafia Don in the city.

who only handled top-tier Family business-personally

aurant, he completely ignored my existence while sitting across

measure," she sneered. "I want you t

sly bullied me for years, openly mocked my thin blood and prepared to welcome their true Queen. I su

shly craving the scraps of warmth he dropped behind him. Why

discard me on his own terms,

ossier on his desk-meticulous blackmail material on every

n and headed to the syndicate's lavish w

pte

low

ow of my telephone, watching as the encrypted syndicate chat loaded the

ival Boss husband, and Zane-the Don of our Family-was

t woman's withdrawal permit, I would spend the rest of my life as the

, harsh flare in the quiet of our room. The only other sound was the low, grin

d blood from the cobblestones would instinctively hide their hands

n a single night of orchestrated violence, a man whose mere

a high-powered attorney, but everyone in this c

handled e

business-the sort of negotiations t

into the line of fire for a woman

ractically salivating over the ne

bodies Zane would drop just

a quick question, asking if

y shot down the thought,

ne belonged to only one woman

ress, my chest tight and heav

e our formal wedding portrait

s dark eyes containing no discernible warmth,

own image see

he buzz against the sheets

aded a leaked su

my breath catching p

de a courthouse in

e angled completely over Scarlett, shielding her from the

ween them was ter

ndicate chat so quickly? The scent of a setup was unmistak

e of a memory I had

old, hidden photograph in

of Scarlett, ra

same photo, blurred and

indistinct shape in

ughts grinding away inside my skull until the first pal

oak door pulled me from the

open before I

his imposing figure blocking

shirt and dark trousers, looking every b

ed onto mine, unre

he asked, his voice a low baritone th

y. I simply stared back, searching for the man who had