The Don’s Favorite Lover Vanished

I’m the best art forger and intel specialist in Chicago. And I fell for the man who owned it all, Don Vincenzo Russo.

For ten years, I was his secret, his weapon, and his woman. I built his empire from the shadows.

I thought I’d get a ring.

After all, every night he was in this city, he was buried inside me, taking his pleasure.

He’d whisper that I was his, that no one else felt this good.

But this time, after he was finished with me, he announced he was marrying the Russian Bratva princess, Katerina Petrov.

That’s when I knew.

I wasn’t his woman. I was just a body.

For an alliance, for her, he sacrificed me.

He left me to die.

So I destroyed every piece of the life he gave me.

I made one call to my father in Italy. And then, I vanished.

But when the Don who owned Chicago couldn't find his favorite toy… he went insane.

I was Don Vincenzo’s secret for ten years. I was waiting for a ring. Instead, after fucking me, he told me he was marrying someone else. That's when I knew I was just a body for him to use.

An hour ago.

For the thousandth time, he fucked me, wild and furious.

I came apart under him, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Yes… like that…”

I gasped, feeling every one of his thrusts deep inside me.

He kissed me hard, harder than ever before.

When it was over, I curled up in his arms, tracing the scars on his chest with my finger.

His voice cut through the dark. “Tomorrow night, you’re coming to the family dinner.”

I looked up at him, my heart pounding.

I’d slept with him for a decade. He’d never let me near a family dinner.

“Vincenzo,” I sat up, my voice trembling. “Is this it? Are you finally making me yours?”

He raised an eyebrow, giving me a sideways glance.

“Official?” He blew a smoke ring, his tone sharp. “What’s to make official? The dinner is to welcome my fiancée. Katerina Petrov, the Russian Bratva princess.”

Every word hit me like a sledgehammer.

My heart stopped. My mind went blank. “You’re getting married? Then what the hell am I?”

The smirk on Vincenzo’s face died. He leaned in close.

“Don’t tell me, Chiara,” he purred, a finger tilting my chin up. “You didn’t really think you could be the lady of the Russo family, did you?”

I stared at him, unable to believe what I was hearing.

"Her. When did you decide?"

"Six months ago." He got up and walked to the bathroom, without a single glance back at the wreckage he’d made of my face. "It's for the alliance. For the family."

Six months ago.

I remembered all his business trips to Europe.

Every time he came back, I was waiting for him in bed.

And on those trips, he was getting engaged to another woman.

I followed him into