Book 1
Previously named as mafias chubby bride
[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✔️] (rewriting)
Exuvia;
❝Shedding the past, being reborn into something new, even if painful.❞
He's a dangerous mafia boss.
She's a sweet, calm artist with a tender heart.
In a worl...
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A U T H O R 'SP O V
Elizabeth Adams, the queen bee of the Adams name, sat with her chin lifted, pearls dancing against her throat as the car glided through the night. At her side, Robert Adams, the proud entrepreneur, gripped the steering wheel like a king holding court. Together they were a pair drunk on wealth, the kind who believed money could be bent into crowns, thrones, and even morality itself.
Ashley had been their first pawn. Their golden ticket. Their blood, yes, but more importantly—her body, her youth, her innocence—had been their bank account. They had spent her life cashing in on her silence, her obedience, her worth to others. Tonight, driving back from the Jeon celebration, their accounts were still heavy, their pride still intact.
Elizabeth’s lips curled into a cruel smirk. “That brat,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “She really thought she could play against me just because she married into that family.”
Robert chuckled darkly, his gray brows arching in amusement. “Ungrateful child. Married to a man she could never afford on her own—and still dares to act proud. She should be kissing your feet.” He turned the wheel sharply, headlights slicing the road ahead.
But the smirk drained from his face in an instant.
A truck. Massive, steel, barreling toward them head-on with terrifying speed.
Robert’s eyes widened. His knuckles whitened as he yanked at the steering wheel, his foot slamming the brake—only for the pedal to sink uselessly under his foot.
“Robert! Move—move back, ROBERT!” Elizabeth’s scream pierced the air.
The truck thundered closer, the sound like war drums in their ears. Her shrieks rattled against the glass as if sheer desperation might stop death itself.
And then— The truck swerved.
It roared past them by a hair’s breadth, the wind pressure slamming against their car, nearly knocking Robert’s breath from his lungs. His heart slammed like it might burst from his chest, sweat dripping down his temple. Elizabeth’s manicured fingers clawed at the seatbelt, chest heaving, eyes bulging with terror.
