Love's Shadow, A Billionaire's Tears

He broke my heart ninety-nine times, but it was the last one that finally killed my love for him.

At his family's party, his new girl theatrically stumbled, pulling us both into the pool. My heavy gown dragged me down, and I gasped for air, reaching for him.

But he shoved right past me. He saved her.

Through the chlorinated water, I heard his voice, sharp and clear for everyone to hear. "Your life is no longer my problem."

The world went silent. My love for him died in that pool.

But the final humiliation came a week later, at a high-stakes poker game. He kissed her in front of everyone, a brutal, public execution of my worth.

Then he looked straight at me, his voice booming across the silent room. "She's a much better kisser than you ever were."

Later that night, I overheard him talking to his second-in-command. "I'll keep her around long enough to make Ellie jealous. Give it a few weeks. She'll come crawling back, begging me to take her back. She always does."

My love, my pain, my heartbreak—it was all just a game to him.

So I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I went home, opened my laptop, and applied to a university in New York. This wasn't a threat. This was a burial.

Chapter 1

Eliana POV:

He broke my heart ninety-nine times, but it was the last one, the one that left me to drown in a glittering pool while he saved another woman, that finally killed my love for him.

Our life was a story written by our fathers, a pact sealed in blood and bourbon before we could even walk. Jax Moretti, heir to the Chicago Outfit's Underboss, was my destiny. I was Eliana Gallo, daughter of the Outfit's most respected Capo, and my purpose was to be his queen.

We were Chicago's underworld royalty, the Golden Couple. I knew the lullaby he hummed when his temper frayed; he knew the story behind the scar that slanted through my eyebrow, a mark from a shared, wild childhood spent climbing the oak trees that lined the border of our families' territories.

Our future was a foregone conclusion: marriage, power, and rule.

Then Catalina Rinaldi arrived.

She was just the daughter of some low-level soldier, a transfer from another city. The Don himself tasked Jax with watching over her family, a duty he initially complained about to me.

"It's a waste of my time, Ellie," he'd grumbled, his head in my lap as I traced the sharp line of his jaw. "Babysitting some nobody."

But the complaints soon stopped.

The excuses started small. First, it was a missed late-night meeting. "Catalina's car broke down. I had to help."

Then, a canceled family dinner. "Her brother got into some trouble. I had to clean it up."

His apologies started out genuine, his eyes dark with something that looked like regret. He'd bring me stargazers, my favorite flowers, their scent filling my apartment. But