Killed by the Ones I Loved

From the back cover

I was the cherished heir of a powerful mafia family, fiercely protected by my brother, the Don, and my fiancé, the family's lethal Enforcer.

But on my eighteenth birthday, they publicly framed me for the federal crimes committed by Chloe, a destitute orphan I had sponsored.

They stripped me of my title and threw me into the syndicate's subterranean prison.

For three months, I endured brutal electrocution and torture. When I was finally released, crippled and starving, I walked into my bedroom only to find my fiancé entangled with Chloe on my sheets.

To secure their pity, Chloe faked a suicide attempt.

My brother and fiancé dragged me to the clinic, pinning me down to forcefully drain my blood into Chloe as my penance.

Even when the doctor exposed my arms, covered in horrific burn scars from the prison, my brother coldly ordered him to continue the transfusion.

My heart, already failing from the repeated electrocutions, finally gave out.

As my spirit drifted above my lifeless body, I watched the doctor reveal that the blood drain had killed me. I watched them uncover Chloe's bribery of the guards and my final, despairing voice memos.

The two most ruthless men in the city fell to their knees, howling in agonizing remorse, begging my corpse for forgiveness.

But looking at their tears, I felt absolutely nothing.

I smiled, turned my back on their worthless apologies, and stepped into the blinding white light, leaving them to drown in a hell of their own making.