Just A Placeholder: Dying For His Mistress

I stood on the tarmac clutching white magnolias, watching the man I loved hand his loyalty to the woman born to destroy me.

Dante Cavallaro, the Ruthless Underboss, didn't just leave me for Sofia Moretti.

He revealed that for two years, I wasn't his lover. I was a human shield.

The heavy iron bangle he forced me to wear wasn't a gift for my protection.

"It's a Malocchio anchor," he sneered as I lay paralyzed on the floor. "It drains the wearer's luck to keep Sofia healthy. You are just the filter."

My body began to rot from the inside out, my nerves dying one by one.