The Love Test That Got Me Killed

For three years, my mafia family faked poverty to test my love, while I was dying of brain cancer in the next room. They fed me black-market pills and laughed about my suffering over dinner. Hearing everything, I wrote a goodbye note and died peacefully in my sleep. They found my body the next morning—the exact morning they planned to throw me a luxury birthday gala to reveal our wealth. Too late.