Eight Lifelines
Language: en
After my eighth suicide attempt, my terrifyingly powerful mob-boss boyfriend finally settled down. No more underground poker games, no more strip clubs, no more mistresses. His bitter rival laughed at him, saying he was being treated like a dog on a leash by a woman. He just brushed it off with a smile. His crew whispered behind my back, saying I lacked the composure to be a boss's woman. Dominic's face instantly turned to stone. He turned to me, his voice softening just for me: "Clara, ignore their bullshit." "We survived the worst of it together. You think I’d let a couple of rumors…