Escaping The Mafia King

And not the nice kind of people with all those things.

These people were not nice in any way. They did not even look like people. In fact, they looked like the incarnation of Satan but with nice clothes and branded watches.

I got scared.

And then I decided to become stupid.

I stayed silent and watched as trade deals of illegal guns were finalized with my husband doing everything to please the buyer.

One year passed by and I stayed silent. I watched as the attacks on rival gangs were planned and blood was spilled from the informers body.

Three years passed by as I silently acted like a trophy wife beside my husband while he flirted and fucked girls behind my back, assuming I was too stupid to notice anything.

understand was

years old girl who was scared of the people that

man that she was sleeping with every fucking

to the cries of my own soul while I watched him trample all over the love that I had in

was the fifth year of our marriage four days ago. I had invited my best friend since college, Stella, to my home so that I could have a bit of company while the rest of

was hesitant of inviting her because I had seen the lust in Ethan’s eyes whenever he looked at her. I had seen him flirt shamelessly with her while she shrugged him off and gave him warnings of not being creepy to her just for my

my husband would not do something bad to my best friend while I was present at

turns out my husband was too petty

that we

she needed a drink. She said yes.

from the door frame of the room as my husband

you want me too. I know you think