I Was the Mafia Boss's Voice Double

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When mafia boss Hayden Foster slept with me,

he always liked to cover my eyes with black lace,

forcing me over and over to say his name, say I loved him, call him Daddy.

When things got most intense, he would even record the sounds I made in bed.

Back then, I truly thought he was madly in love with me.

Until the day Serena Allen returned to the country, and I realized with a jolt that her voice was almost identical to mine.

Hayden held her in his arms. I love you. This time, will you say yes and marry me?

So all these years, I had only been a voice double.

Our marriage was an act. His devotion was a lie.

I signed the divorce agreement with my own hand, only to be imprisoned by him in the basement.

The bodyguard pinned my shoulders down while he said in the gentlest voice, Bear with it. Youre still mine. Dont upset Serena.

But they forgot.

I was a doctor.

And doctors knew how to wield scalpels, too.

Since he wanted to use me as a stand-in, I would cut this performance off with my own hands.

Chapter One

Chloe Quinn POV

In the second year after our marriage, all of New York high society was still talking about how Hayden Foster had gone against his family for three years just to pursue me.

They said his mafia father had even beaten him until three of his ribs broke before finally allowing him to marry me.

And I loved him deeply, too.

It was just that Hayden Foster had one strange kink.

Every time we made love, he liked taking me from behind and covering my face with a black lace ribbon,

liked making me say his name again and again while he moved against me, making me say I loved him, making me call him Daddy.

Only when my voice had gone completely hoarse would he finally let me go.

When things got most intense, he would even record my moans.

Back then, I truly thought he was madly in love with me.

But on the very day I found out I was pregnant, the news of Hayden Fosters ex-girlfriend Serena Allen returning to the country hit the trending charts.

In the video, they brushed past each other in the airport lobby, then both turned back and gazed at each other from a distance.

The comments beneath the video were almost entirely full of praise.

[Now this is true love.]

[Serena Allen really is prettier than any Hollywood star!]

[Shes an internationally renowned singer. Her voice is simply heavenly!]

[If she hadnt gotten a terminal illness and broken up with him on her own, Chloe Quinn never would have had the chance to marry Hayden Foster!]

At first, I told myself not to care about those rumors online.

Until I saw one comment, and my whole body froze in place.

[All of New York knows Hayden Foster is different from other mafia bosses. He has very high standards when it comes to a womans voice.]

[Back then, he liked Ms. Allen not only because of her looks, but also because of her voice. I heard his current wifes voice was almost exactly the same as Ms. Allens.]

My mind exploded with a roar.

No wonder every time we made love, he covered my face and turned off all the lights.

He said that only then could he focus more on listening to my voice.

No wonder he recorded our dirty talk and played it on repeat in his office.

I had never overthought it. I had even believed it was an intimate ritual that belonged only to us.

With trembling hands, I opened my phone and pulled up the audio clips I had once recorded for him.

Every audio clip corresponded to a page of unsigned lyrics.

Hayden Foster always said there was a musician he was working with who wanted to hear how different vocal tones would interpret the songs, so he asked me to help record some demos.

I had never doubted him.

Until today, when I opened one set of lyrics and, as if possessed, searched it online. I found that every single song was performed by Serena Allen.

Tears fell drop by drop onto the screen, and my chest turned ice-cold.

I rushed to the private club Hayden Foster often visited. The bodyguards at the entrance recognized me and did not stop me.

But just as I reached the door of the private room, through the half-closed door, I heard a burst of laughter inside.

Hayden, Serena has recovered and come back now. You still havent divorced? Dont tell me youve actually fallen for that stand-in.

Hayden Foster leaned against the sofa, a cigar between his fingers, his tone indifferent.

Youre overthinking it. I married her only to resolve Serenas obsession. It was just an act to let Serena go get treatment with peace of mind.

I froze outside the door, my legs going weak.

The people in the private room were still laughing. Serena was just afraid she wouldnt make it off the operating table and that youd be all alone. It just so happened that woman had donated blood to her before, so Serena made a fuss and told you to pursue her.

Someone else joined in, egging him on. Youre a mafia boss, living under gunfire every day. Having a doctor wife is pretty convenient.

But her body really is amazing. How about you trick her into a fake divorce, and when shes devastated, Ill go after her? Of course, if you cant bear to let her go, forget it.

After a brief silence, his voice came again, familiar yet strange.

Shes been with me for so many years, after all. If youre serious, then go after her. If youre just playing around, forget it. Otherwise, if this gets to Serena, shell blame me.

Stand-in?

It felt as if someone had struck my head hard.

I staggered back, unable to listen anymore.

So the happiness I believed in had been nothing but a performance from beginning to end.

The only one who had fallen too deep into the act was me.

He had once broken with his family for me, even given up his position as heir.

He had also left his family for me and lived in a tiny rented apartment for three years.

A man who never cooked had made breakfast for me for five years.

But all of that had actually been an act!

How ridiculous.

After I got home, I rushed into the bathroom and soaked in the tub, trying to calm myself down.

I told myself maybe they had just drunk too much.

When men got together, didnt they just love to brag?

But that night, he sent only one message:

[I have to handle family business tonight. Go to bed early.]

I sat on the sofa for the entire night.

It was almost dawn when he finally came home.

He looked completely relaxed. When he saw me, he smiled and said, Could my lazy honey not sleep without me here? Look, I bought your favorite egg tarts.

I did not move or speak.

He seemed not to notice at all and casually took out a document to hand to me. Chloe, my position is dangerous, and the familys companies are under FBI investigation. I dont want you to get dragged into this. Why dont we get divorced for now, then remarry after the investigation is over?

I looked at him quietly and smelled the strong scent of roses on his body.

I never used rose-scented perfume.

It really must have been hard for him. After spending the night with another woman, he could still come up with such an absurd excuse to trick me into a divorce.

Chapter Two

Chloe Quinn POV

I smiled and, with absolute calm, took the divorce agreement and signed my name.

Hayden Foster pulled the signed paper away and comforted me.

One month from now, after we get the divorce papers, well go get a new marriage certificate.

I stared at him, trying to find some trace of lying in those eyes. But those eyes were filled so perfectly with tenderness and love.

My ice-cold heart actually warmed a little.

Clinging to that last bit of expectation I should never have had, I gripped his hand and said softly, If its such a hassle, maybe we shouldnt get divorced for now?

An unnatural flicker passed through his eyes, then was quickly disguised as calm.

Its no hassle. Everything Im doing is to protect you.

As he spoke, he naturally pulled me into his arms, his palm stroking my back again and again. Silly girl, trust me, okay? I really do love you. Be good. Dont overthink all the time.

In that instant, I almost truly believed him.

But as I smelled the unfamiliar rose fragrance on his collar, my stomach churned.

He lowered his head and kissed my lips. At first it was a gentle test, but gradually, his breathing grew heavy.

I turned my face away on instinct and pushed at his chest.

I dont feel like it tonight.

His movements paused for a moment, and a trace of impatience flashed through his eyes.

The next second, he grabbed my wrist and forcefully pinned me against the wall with my back to him.

Be good. Say my name.

I bit my lip and said nothing.

His movements became rougher.

Chloe, say you love me.

I closed my eyes, my voice trembling.

Not enough. Louder.

At that moment, all my resistance seemed pale and powerless.

I closed my eyes and let the tears slide down.

So those moments of intimacy I had believed belonged only to us were nothing but proof that he loved another woman.

Just then, the phone he had placed on the bedside table suddenly rang.

He glanced at the screen, immediately let go of me, and got up to put on his clothes.

Theres something going on with the organization. I need to go over.

I lowered my head, my voice hoarse. Okay. Go.

One month later, our paths would split for good. We would have nothing to do with each other anymore.

Good girl.

He let out a low laugh. Like rewarding an obedient pet, he casually brought the egg tart he had bought to my lips, then turned and went into the bathroom.

Out of reflex, I took a bite. The rich taste of cheese exploded in my mouth instantly.

I froze, then hurriedly spat it out.

How could he not remember I was allergic to cheese?

When we had just started dating, I accidentally ate cheese and was sent to the ER.

When I woke up, the doctor had even half-joked,

Comfort your boyfriend a little. He was crying so hard outside he was a total mess. He almost got down on his knees and begged me to save you.

From then on, every time we went out to eat, Hayden Foster would repeatedly remind the servers: absolutely no cheese in the food.

The memory still carried a hint of sweetness, but right now, my hands and feet were already turning red. Patches of rash rose across my skin, itching unbearably.

I laughed at myself, picked up the medicine, and was just about to swallow it when I suddenly remembered that I was pregnant.

My fingertips trembled, and I slowly put the bottle back down.

Just then, the bathroom door opened.

Whats wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?

He looked at me with concern.

Before I could speak, his phone suddenly rang again.

After he answered, the laziness on his face vanished instantly, and his tone went tense.

Protect her. Im coming right now.

He hurriedly changed his clothes and walked to the door. As if suddenly remembering something, he turned back to look at me.

A friend of mine just returned to the country and ran into a shootout with a rival family. I have to go help him.

Then he reminded me, Remember to finish breakfast before going to work.

As if nothing had happened, I lowered my sleeve and asked blandly, What flavor are the egg tarts?

Cheese. Theyre really popular lately. I waited in line for ages.

There was a trace of impatience in his voice, as if he thought I was asking too many questions.

I nodded and said only softly, Got it. Drive safely.

He gripped his phone, seeming to feel that something was off.

But before he could figure it out, the phone rang again. He left without looking back.

I watched his departing figure, my fingertips trembling slightly.

Then I picked up a mask, left the house, hailed a cab, and followed him.

The car stopped outside a remote alley.

From a distance, I watched him and followed him to the end.

Just then, a fragile figure in red stumbled out from the alley entrance. Behind her, a man holding a knife chased after her.

Almost at the same instant, Hayden Foster drew the pistol from his waist. With a bang, the bullet pierced the forehead of the thug following behind her with perfect accuracy.

The man did not even let out a grunt before collapsing straight to the ground.

Hayden immediately reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, his voice cold. I told you, if you take risks like this again, Ill lock you up.

That woman, Serena Allen, stood on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the lips.

I just havent been back in the country for too long and wanted to go out for some fun. Besides, I have you. Im not afraid of bad guys.

I watched him push her into the car and lock the door.

Then he cupped the back of her head and kissed her hard.

The kiss was rough and hungry.

Tiny movements spread through the car again and again, making my vision swim.

Only after a long while did the movement inside the car slowly quiet down.

Afterward, she escaped the car shyly, and he chased after her, his eyes full of indulgent affection.

I braced myself against the wall, feeling utterly sick.

I stood there blankly for a long time, until my fingers turned cold.

I took off the silver ring, yanked it off hard, and tossed it into the filthy gutter.

Then I turned and strode away.

Chapter Three

Chloe Quinn POV

That afternoon, I started running a fever. Half-awake and half-asleep, my mind was filled with a hazy ache.

In my dream, I saw Hayden Foster go alone to the dock to unload cargo. He had once been the heir of a mafia family, yet workers ordered him around, leaving him covered in grime.

But he did not seem to care at all. He used the wages he earned to buy a silver ring, then came specifically to see me.

Before coming to me, he had even showered and changed into clean clothes.

Chloe Quinn, I have no money and no power right now. Im not asking you to accept me. But can you just not date anyone else for now? Three years. I only need three years.

Without hesitation, I put on the ring.

Hayden Foster, Im willing to work hard with you to win your familys approval. But if one day you get tired, remember to tell me. Ill leave without looking back.

The dream ended. The high fever made the allergic patches on my body hot and itchy, like thousands of ants crawling over me.

Suddenly, a scorching heat spread through my lower body, and I abruptly realizedthe baby...

On instinct, I called Hayden Foster.

The phone rang two or three times before a womans voice came from the other end.

I knew it was Serena Allen.

Hello? If you need something, say it quickly. Im filming a public service video right now. I dont have time to chat with you.

A sharp pain tore through my abdomen, and I could not worry about anything else. I hurriedly said,

Please tell Hayden Foster I might be miscarrying. Tell him to come back immediately and take me to the hospital.

The other end of the line went silent for a moment. Soon, her careless voice sounded again.

Your voice sounds just like mine. No wonder Hayden likes it.

Its just losing a baby. Is there any need to make such a big scene? No wonder there arent enough medical resources. Theyre all being wasted by people like you.

I clutched my stomach, wondering if I was hearing things.

Youre a woman too. How can you say something like that? Give the phone to Hayden Foster. I need to talk to him!

On the other end, Serena Allen answered carelessly,

Ms. Quinn, even heaven thinks you dont deserve to give birth to his child. You should just accept your fate.

Just as she was about to hang up, I heard Hayden Fosters voice from the other end.

Furious and desperate, I shouted, Hayden Foster!

But Hayden Foster did not respond to me. I only heard the conversation between Hayden Foster and Serena Allen.

Serena, whats wrong? Is your heart bothering you again? Hayden Foster asked anxiously.

My heart hurts so much! Hayden, why dont you go back and check on Chloe Quinn? What if she really is pregnant...

He listened quietly, then reached out and picked up the phone. His voice was calm but barbed.

Chloe Quinn, youre infertile. How could you possibly be pregnant? Stop acting.

And from now on, dont make a fuss over nothing. Serena has a heart condition. If you scare her like this, something could happen to her...

I could not speak. The woman on the other end kept talking, and in the end, he only left me with one sentence.

Ive been too busy these past two days, so I wont be coming back for now. Dont call over a little thing like this.

The phone beeped, and my heart sank lower and lower.

I could only call emergency services myself, then ask my best friend to rush to the hospital and help sign the paperwork.

After the surgery, I was unconscious for three days and three nights before I woke up.

My best friend said that after she got my call, she rushed to the hospital at once, but it was still too late. The doctor said that if the papers had been signed even ten minutes earlier, the baby could have been saved.

Then my best friend sat by my bed and cursed that scumbag for a full half hour before she finally calmed down enough to buy food.

I took out my phone and opened Instagram. Less than a minute later, I saw the video Hayden Foster had reposted.

It was only two minutes long. In it, Serena Allen called for people to care for stray animals and cherish life.

Under the video, Hayden Foster left a comment saying he fully supported her public service work.

I gently touched my stomach. My heart had long since hurt past the point of numbness, leaving only faint irony behind.

At my best friends insistence, I rested for another two days before leaving the hospital.

When I got home, Hayden Foster still had not returned.

I did not care. I went to work and came home as usual.

It was not until the weekend night of the second week that he finally came home.

When he entered, I was organizing my medical license and work documents.

Hayden Foster said sarcastically, Arent you just fine?

Before I could explain, he grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom.

A short while later, his phone rang inside the bathroom.

Even though he lowered his voice, I still heard his conversation with Serena Allen.

Yeah, dont worry. She wasnt pregnant. She was probably just being petty.

Okay, Ill do what you say. Ill stay at home tonight. If Im not there, dont kick off your blanket while you sleep!

I let out a soft laugh and pretended I had not heard, busying myself with my own things.

We were already divorced. He could think whatever he wanted. Nothing I said to explain myself mattered anymore.

The only thing was, since he was staying home tonight, I would have to find an excuse to sleep in a separate room. Otherwise, sharing the same bed would honestly feel revolting.

As I was thinking about it, he walked into the bedroom and said to me, Theres a small issue with Serena Allens interview...

I cut him off. Go check on her.

A flicker of discomfort crossed his face, but in the end, he only said, Ill be right back.

That night, he never came back, and I slept without a single dream.

Chapter Four

Chloe Quinn POV

Early the next morning, Hayden Foster unexpectedly rushed back for once and insisted on driving me to work.

I found it a little strange, but I didnt refuse.

The car had just turned past an intersection when we saw a small car hit an elderly man, then speed away.

Hayden instinctively slammed on the brakes and was about to open the door and get out when I reached out to stop him. Call emergency services first. Im a doctor. Ill go down and start rescue measures.

It was a doctors professional reflex.

The other party had committed a hit-and-run. I had to make sure evidence was preserved to help this old man.

After confirming the dashcam was on, I pushed the door open and got out.

I hadnt even taken two steps when Hayden suddenly called after me. Serenas monitoring smartwatch is sending an alert. It might be her heart. I have to go check on her. Wait here for the ambulance.

Lives were at stake on both sides, so I didnt stop him. I only reminded him to save the video evidence.

The old mans condition was terrible. No matter how I performed CPR, his heartbeat remained weak.

After he was sent to the hospital, they immediately issued a critical condition notice.

I called the number saved in his phone as Granddaughter countless times, but no one answered.

By the time the police arrived and asked me to sign off on the special procedure, the old man was already gone.

The doctors pushed the body out of the operating room. I stayed where I was, waiting for the follow-up procedures, when a sudden ominous feeling rose in my chest.

As if possessed, I logged into the backend on my phone and copied the accident footage.

I had just gotten ready to upload it to the cloud when the elevator doors opened with a ding

Serena Allen rushed out. The moment she saw the old man, she threw herself at him and cried as if her heart were being ripped apart.

Grandpa! What happened to you? Im here! Please get up!

I froze for a few seconds as an absurd thought flashed through my mindcould there really be such a coincidence in this world?

But before I could speak, she had already gotten up, charged over to me, and slapped me hard across the face.

Chloe Quinn, it was you, wasnt it? If you hate me, come after me. What kind of skill is it to take revenge on an old man?

Fire surged in my eyes, but I stayed calm. Ive already told the police what happened. If you have questions, you can ask them.

She glared at me, her voice trembling and hysterical. If it wasnt you, why didnt you make the driver come here? If it wasnt you, why would you be so kind as to bring my grandfather to the hospital?

Her logic was so ridiculous it made me laugh in anger. I was about to take out my phone and show her the evidence when she suddenly lunged at me to snatch it.

In the chaos, she used too much force and fell, dragging my phone down with her.

The moment Hayden arrived, he happened to see Serena and me on the ground.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed over and shoved me hard into the wall.

Are you insane?

My spine and the back of my head slammed into the wall almost at the same time. The sharp pain made my vision go black.

Before I could recover, Serena had already thrown herself into his arms, crying as if she were falling apart.

Hayden, Grandpa is dead! I dont have a grandfather anymore! Shes the one who hit him and killed him... Make her kneel in front of Grandpa and apologize to him!

I looked at him. I watched him fall silent. I watched the hesitation in his eyes.

My heart went cold, inch by inch.

I suddenly remembered the year I had just graduated and become a doctor. A patients family was unhappy with my treatment plan, so they cornered me in an alley and forced me to kneel and slap myself.

It was him. He charged in with his bare hands and fought those people until his whole body was covered in blood.

He forced himself to walk over to me and said coldly to that group of people

This idiot flipped through a pathology textbook thousands of times just to become a good doctor. She can recite all fifty-six thousand six hundred eighty-one words backward.

You think you can shatter her dream with filthy methods? Keep dreaming.

In that moment, he was the brightest light in my world.

But now, that beam of light stood before me, cold as ice.

Chloe, he said, kneel and say goodbye to Grandpa. Let the old man leave in peace.

Serena lay in his arms, lifted her head to look at me, and revealed a provocative smile.

Not say goodbye. Apologize.

I closed my eyes and let out a cold laugh. Whether I did anything wrong, the police will tell you. But Serena Allen, youre crying so miserably. Are you afraid your grandfathers ghost will come looking for you tonight and ask why you didnt answer his

Before I could finish, a slap landed hard across my face.

Enough. Stop provoking her.

After that, Hayden ordered the bodyguards to drag me to the hospital bed and kick me in the knees.

With a bang, I dropped to my knees.

A tearing pain shot through my knees. I stared at him, my voice hoarse. Hayden Foster, you clearly saw the real culprit.

He froze for a moment, and a trace of guilt flashed through his eyes.

Then he bent down and whispered into my ear, Serena is weak. Grandpas death is too much of a blow to her. If she doesnt vent, shell get sick. Youre just a little doctor. It doesnt matter if you spend a few days in prison. When you come out, Ill compensate you.

I could hardly believe my ears.

Rage instantly burned to its peak. I shoved him away.

On what grounds? Im not the one who hit him! Are you going to believe whatever she says? Are you really going to ignore the truth and send me to prison? Hayden Foster, how can you say that so easily

Before I could finish, he pressed me back down to the floor.

The bodyguards tore open my suit jacket, tied my hands behind my back, and stuffed some random cloth into my mouth.

Hayden bent down, looked at me, and smiled with a tenderness that was cruel.

Be good. Youre just a useless doctor.

But back then, I became a doctor for him.

He was a mafia boss. He was often injured, and it wasnt convenient for him to go to the hospital, so I treated his wounds at home.

Back then, he held me and said, Baby, youre the greatest doctor in the world.

Now, for his mistress, he called me useless.

After saying that, he turned and walked to Serenas side.

She sobbed into the camera, crying out hit-and-run and murderer over and over.

The crowd gathered, whispering and pointing.

How shameless. She killed someone and shes still this cold-blooded.

Shes dressed all proper. Probably a mistress.

People pointed at me and cursed me, but I couldnt say a single word.

Serena kept stirring up their emotions. Beside us, a family member of a drunk-driving victim completely broke down, rushed over, and started punching and kicking me.

Fists slammed into my face and body. My bones made cracking sounds.

I wanted to protect my head, but my hands were tied.

All I could do was curl up and let the blows fall on me.

Through the crowd, I vaguely saw Haydens face. Those eyes that had once made me feel safe now held nothing but indifference.

Serena pulled him away to settle Grandpa Allens body.

I slowly closed my eyes.

Those fists and kicks shattered the few memories I had left, bit by bit.

The man who would become flustered with just one look from me.

The man who couldnt handle spicy food but was willing to eat Mexican food with me.

The man who sat on a train for more than ten hours just to bring me breakfast.

All of it was ripped from my mind by force.

The pain was so intense I couldnt catch my breath, and I passed out completely.

Hayden Foster, so even your care has an expiration date.

Falling in love with you really hurts.