The Ruthless Don's Obsession: You Can't Run

I walked into the Thorn estate with another man's diamond on my finger, naive enough to think it could shield me from Marcus.

But the Don of the city’s underworld didn't even blink.

He called my engagement ring a "cute trinket" and introduced me to his own fiancée, Chloe, right then and there.

"Love is a fairy tale for children, Ellie," he sneered. "And you are far too old for fairy tales."

I tried to leave with dignity, but the knife twisted deeper. I found my mother’s silver locket—the one he swore to protect with his life—buried in the mud like trash.