Eight Lifelines
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Summary
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."
