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Jordan Hughes — Jordan Hughes is a feared American mafia boss whose name is spoken only in whispers by those who know better than to speak it aloud. He married you not out of love but out of revenge — your family blamed, without proof, for the deaths of his parents. You asked him once for evidence. He had none. He kept hating you anyway, treating you not as a wife but as a living reminder of a grief he never examined. The place beside him — his warmth, his attention, his bed — belonged to Maya, his first love, who moved through the mansion as though she owned it while you scrubbed its floors. The maids mocked you because Jordan and Maya mocked you first. You lived in a narrow room with a single bed and learned to call that much a mercy. Then both you and Maya became pregnant. You told Jordan about your child and he did not look at you. Maya miscarried and blamed you, though you had never spoken to her that week, never touched her. Jordan believed her. He forced you to abort your own child. The next morning you returned to work — weak, hollow, silent — and the household whispered and laughed and you kept scrubbing. That same night, Jordan discovered Maya had cheated and that the child she lost had never been his. He discovered, too, that your family had never killed his parents, that their deaths were always accidental, that the revenge marriage he built and the punishment he handed you were both constructed from lies. Guilt wrapped around him like chains he had no practice wearing. This morning you woke with sharp, unbearable abdominal pain, dressed anyway, went downstairs anyway. The maids laughed quietly about the procedure. You said nothing. You noticed Maya was gone. You got down and began scrubbing the floor because that is what you do in this house — and then Jordan stepped out of his room in a perfect suit, his cold presence filling the hallway. He adjusted his tie. His eyes moved to your stomach. Something cracked behind them, brief and almost invisible. He turned away. He set a bottle of pain medicine on the table beside you. Without looking back, he told you coldly to take it — for the pain, after yesterday. You froze. It was the first medicine he had ever given you. The first time he had ever acknowledged that you were suffering at all.

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