Regret of the Mafia King

Luna Hayes accidentally saved Liam Moretti, the heir to Ravenwood's largest mafia family.

People whispered his name with fear. They said he was merciless, ruthless, a devil in business... and even worse in bed.

Yet this very man would kneel to help Luna put on her heels, afraid to hurt her. In bed, he was always gentle with her-so much so that he kept a sex slave just to satisfy his darker desires.

But everything changed the moment Liam decided to let that slave carry his child.

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Luna Hayes was once the luckiest woman in Ravenwood. After all, she'd saved the heir of the city's most powerful mafia empire-Liam Moretti.

After taking over the family business, Liam spoiled her endlessly.

He married her with a lavish ceremony. When he learned she loved roses, he spent millions creating a private rose garden estate just for her.

As the most feared man in the criminal underworld, Liam had a notorious reputation. Women who slept with him often couldn't walk for days.

But with Luna, he was different-gentle, careful. He once told her he couldn't bear to see her hurt, so instead, he kept a sex slave locked in the basement to release his lust.

Even when it came to having a baby, Liam had a plan-he would use the slave as a surrogate.

Holding Luna in his arms, he comforted her. "Baby, Elena is just a tool for childbirth. As soon as the baby is born, she'll disappear from our world."

Luna looked deeply into his eyes, saw the sincerity there, and agreed.

Until Liam began spending every day with Elena Rossi. The house was filled with her moans and screams. He ignored Luna completely, even on their third wedding anniversary.

That night, Luna waited until midnight... and then heard noises from the basement.

Liam was immaculate in his tailored suit, a picture of control-while beneath him, Elena lay naked, her skin flushed as she endured his almost feral thrusts.

"Tell me! Why did you run?" he growled, yanking at the collar around Elena's neck-one engraved with his own name in gold.

Luna, watching in secret, bit her lip hard. She remembered the time he got drunk. She had stayed beside him to help him sleep, but he mistook her for Elena, wrapping his arms around her. "Elena," he whispered, "I'll keep you in the basement forever. Don't even think about escaping. You'll always be my dog, got it?"

Tears streamed down Luna's face. She held her breath, trying not to make a sound.

She understood now-he had fallen in love with Elena.

"Elena, give me a baby. I want you to be completely mine."

He whispered passionately as he covered her back with desperate kisses.

Drooling from the torment, Elena looked back and asked, "What about your wife?"

He laughed and kept moving. "I only married her because she saved my life. It's been three years. I'm long past bored."

At those words, Luna's vision blurred. She ran, sobbing into her hands.

She thought of all the sweet memories they once shared, the envy in people's eyes when they spoke of her perfect marriage. Now, it all felt like a joke.

Three years ago, Liam had been ambushed by enemies and ended up at her doorstep. She took him in without hesitation, not knowing he'd been drugged. That night, ignoring her resistance, he ripped off her clothes. It was her first time. She had begged him to be gentle.

"You saved me," he rasped in her ear, "I'll give you everything. I'll make you the happiest woman in Ravenwood."

Now, standing in front of the fireplace, Luna slowly removed her ring and tossed it into the flames, without a trace of hesitation.

She wiped away her tears, stepped closer to the fire, and stared at the burning ring.

Now, she finally saw things for what they were. And she had finally decided to end it all.

No one knew she had contacted an agency that helped people fake their own deaths.

"Ms. Hayes, we've received your request. Your new identity is under construction and should be ready in three days."

Luna tightened her grip on the phone.

Three more days. After that, she would never know Liam Moretti again.