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The Jilted Mafia Heiress Takes It All

The Jilted Mafia Heiress Takes It All

Author: Jing Jing
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1173    |    Released on: 06/01/2026

, the daughter of New York's most feared Don, r

n the front pew s

ing iron. In front of five hundred of the criminal elite, he ran down the aisl

ing there, humil

le still clung to me. Yet, Liam had the audac

smug smile, cornered me in the middle of

ons and Capos to hear. "He says sleeping with you was like sl

at me with pity, thinking he had won. He t

f my champagne and

ne, Sarah," I

the shadows ne

" I cal

lethal man who stepped forward-The Ghost of

pped a heavy, possessi

" I told a horrified Liam. "And o

pte

itiel

eighing down my shoulders, when a toddler in the front pew shrieked "Daddy" and pointed a

hedral turned inst

e of New York's criminal unde

itch in mine. It was

for reassurance. He didn't

pped m

denly turned to branding iron, and

self to love, the man I had begged my father to a

from the shadow

ra

rner phone three nights ago. I had seen the texts where he promised her mone

nees, swearing on his mother's grave that it was

l

from the altar. He t

dark curls, broke free from Sara

she cri

wide, pleading, but not for forgiveness. He w

, he

to th

he hundreds of stares, and looked at Sarah w

the crowd gr

ood up in the front row. The sound of his chair scr

reached inside

ad disrespected the Famil

et. Death was too easy. Death was

covering my face, a shroud of lace th

old, hard stone settle w

" I co

ed by the microphone

her looked at me, his fa

hair. The expensive lace ripped, but I

clinging to his arm now, looking around with wide, terrified e

whispers. The Principessa, humiliated. The Vitiello blood

t let the

hone stand until my

ment," I said. My voice was steady. It

fli

weat beading on his forehead. I looked at t

voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling. "Yo

nd, who were looki

" I or

hesit

, the first crack

ruments. A disjointed, discordant ja

n the altar. I tur

own the ai

er. He caught my arm.

d, Ava," he gro

I whis

hurrying Sarah and the child out, r

ws to me, Papa.

d my ar

fe. I want to take it apart, piece by

my eyes. He saw the girl he raised die on th

dded

ours, da

edral into the blinding

run. I di

one and dialed t

I said. "And freeze hi

detta h

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