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The Jilted Mafia Bride And Her Rise

The Jilted Mafia Bride And Her Rise

Author: A Miao
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1132    |    Released on: Today at 17:03

oast our mafia wedding, my fiancé

killers that he was abandoning our joint promotion

As a Soldier, I cannot sit

less orphan who desperate

papers and accused me of sabotag

dress and my antique betrothal pearl co

n Ceremony, he was staging intimate photos

of the underworld, a discarded Q

hs and my unwavering loyalty could be ground to d

topped

s alone, and walked straight into the arms of the le

pte

enne

unced to a room of men who killed for a living that he was casting aside the Paris district's ten-million-p

choose: to be immolated alongside his ruined nam

tle chime of vintage crystal filled

rank had assembled for what was meant

ed the lucrative Paris territory into t

st profitable legitimate fronts, and a current of

les about our blood oath of union, scheduled

r the stone arches of the grand Parisian cathedral were destined

o Christian, my intention to pull him f

an spoke, his voice a flat,

t going

ir; the crystal flute's etched rim dug into my p

at me; his gaze was fix

plications," Christian explained, and t

cannot sit back a

is gaze to

ehind in New Yor

ad, a condescending gesture one

e imported whiske

ot handle

his back on me and walked with long

help Lilith," he threw over his sh

ithout a single

thick, suffocating silence

riminals-men who did

at me with a mixture of pity and

oat, the sound cracking t

t to smooth over the insult, which w

o helping a struggling Family

strong bond

outh into a tig

collapsing inward, but I kept

rutes, showing the smallest fractio

ho could cut off a traitor's finger wi

ted unapolo

d men like Ga

had, by his own hand, erased an entire

nd from a room; a man for whom even the most seasoned killers w

apabilities a boy such as C

t, Gabriel never

own vow to be ground to dust in

which felt like bile in my throat,

to Paris," I said clearly, my voi

a long moment, his expression unreadable. A public defiance like Christian's would normally be met with i

ile fixed, a

away on a fool's errand, what righ

red at me with dark

ain about thi

ass with deliberation onto a silve

ris," I told him,

am goin

ffocating silence, I could feel the unspoken question hanging in the cigar-s

about to

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