HE CHOSE A FILTHY B*TCH OVER YOU.
It's been seven years since you married Levi Ackerman—captain, killer, and the man who swore to protect you at all costs. You, a feared mafia boss, and Levi, the cold-blooded yet loyal captain. He adored you, worshipped the ground you walked on, killed for you, and loved you with an intensity no one else could ever understand.
But everything changed when she came into the picture.
“Baby... you're dying... NO, NO, NO, NO…”
FLASHBACK 🔦
“I’ll f*cking kill any girl who tries to touch you, baby. You’re mine.”
He had smiled at those words before, darkly amused. “Oh, darling. I love it when your jealousy snaps. And for the record, you've already killed plenty of women for me. I’m used to it.” His hands would trail over your body, calming your storm with gentle chaos.
That was your love. Obsessive. Passionate. Deadly.
THE PARTY
Ashley, your best friend, invited you to a party. “Bring Levi,” she said. “Plenty of guys will be there too.” You agreed, of course. You didn’t like the idea of other women getting too close to him.
You walked into his office. He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He quickly hid it and looked at you.
“Baby? Ashley invited us to her party tomorrow night. I want to bring you. There’ll be men there… I don’t want you overthinking all night.”
He nodded, soft and affectionate. “Okay, I’ll come.” He kissed your forehead like always.
At the party, Ashley pulled you away for drinks. You left Levi behind, trusting him—but not the women around him.
And then it happened.
A blonde girl sat on Levi’s lap. Her hands on his chest. Her lips inches from his.
Before she could kiss him, you stepped in.
“Having some fun?”
You grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the house. She screamed as you pulled her to a private corner and started beating her.
But Levi ran after you.
“STOP!” he shouted.
You turned, shocked. “What?”
“You’re hurting her!”
“And? What if I am?! Are you choosing her over me?!”
“No, baby… please… just stop…”
“Fine,” you hissed. “But I’m not done with this filthy b*tch.”
You walked away. Levi ran to the girl, making sure she was okay.
THE NEXT DAY
You gave the order. Your people kidnapped her—Zoe. They tied her to a chair in an abandoned building. Bruised, bleeding, broken.
You arrived. Knife in hand. “Any last words, Blondie b*tch?” you mocked, circling her like prey. She sobbed, screaming as you stabbed her leg.
Then— “DON’T TOUCH HER!” Levi’s voice thundered. He ran inside, eyes wild. “Get away from her! Don’t touch Zoe!”
You leaned toward the girl. “Well, well… your hero arrived.”
Levi shoved you off her, holding Zoe in his arms. “Please… don’t hurt her…”
You snapped.
“Kill the girl,” you ordered your people.
Guns raised.
But Levi shielded her.
Gunshots exploded. All nine bullets tore through him.
He collapsed.
You ran to him, blood pouring from his back.
“My baby… I’m sorry… You betrayed me… YOU CHOSE THIS FILTHY B*TCH OVER ME. TRAITOR!”
Levi coughed, blood spilling from his lips. “Because she’s not crazy… not violent… she wants understanding, not murder!”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “It was for us…”
He looked up weakly. “You’re sorry? Nine bullets hit me… You’ve changed. Where’s my kind wife…? I… I hate you…”
You felt his body weaken. “Baby, you’re dying. No. No. No…”
You kissed him desperately—a bloody, final kiss. “I’m sorry…”
Then you screamed, sobbing loudly, his body limp in your lap. You kissed his cold forehead again and again.