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Escaping The Cage: I Married His Worst Enemy

Escaping The Cage: I Married His Worst Enemy

Author: Tango
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1091    |    Released on: 29/12/2025

rk, gripped my hand as we walk

there to

ch the family docto

aimed I had sold her to a

as a

yes, believing the woman sobbing in his a

ena," he

atched as they injected liquid fire

e to feed the dogs I was terrified of,

n a freezer to "coo

straw wasn

with Sofia, intending to parade me as

that Elena Mor

e hospital r

g in the ashes and va

er, Dante foun

knees, begging

th dead eyes and h

urself,"

way I will belie

pte

pped my hand as I walked into the soundproofed room. It

ch the family docto

shadows, I had sold her to a brothel

er of the room. Heavy oak. Restra

looked

ad greeted me at the altar only two years ago. The man who lo

lena,"

at commanded legions of soldiers and made rival Dons in Chicag

water beneath me. "She is lying. I don't know h

anket-my blanket, I realized with a sick jolt. She looked up, her eyes red and swollen. "You knew, Elena.

the blan

rs on her back were visible-branding marks, ciga

d. A dangerous vein

gentleness of the gesture made bile rise in my throat. He h

ding the match

meet my gaze. "Her DNA matches. Her testimony matches the time

unstable!"

eir movements synchronized and

them, but I was a survivor. I had clawed my way o

the chair. The leather straps bit into my wrists, col

ly looke

a twisted, dark sense of duty. He looked at me l

y. "You are sick, *tesoro*. The guilt has twisted your m

ed to D

liquid inside was a pale, sickly yellow

tapping the glass to remove an air bubble. "It will help her access the repres

," Dan

d pulled her into his arms, shielding her eye

e pierced

i

searing through my blood. It hi

room began to spin. Colors bled into each other, melting the world

," I c

"I've got you, Giulia. You're s

ies bega

twelve. Gone. Replaced by a memory of m

or him. Gone. Replaced by me

allic blood flooding my mouth. "

ce boomed from everywhere and nowhere,

sical. It was the sensation of my soul be

ze. He was stroking her hair. He was whisper

had held for Dante Moretti fo

d

darkness

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