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The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over.
He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows.
The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace.
When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her.
He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war.
I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family.
Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.
Chapter 1
Alessia POV:
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over, and his life was about to be.
It had been a month since Marco, Santino's Capo and closest thing to a brother, was buried. A heavy, silent grief had settled over the Moretti estate, a ghost in every hallway. Santino wore it like a second skin, a layer of ice over his already cold demeanor. He was the Don of the Moretti family, a man whose power stretched across the city, built on fear and a reputation for ruthless efficiency. Grief didn't make him soft; it made him harder, more distant.
Then Valentina Rossi arrived.
She appeared on our doorstep with a small suitcase and a belly just starting to swell. She claimed the baby was Marco's. A final piece of him left on this earth.
Santino didn't question it. He simply announced she would be living with us.
"It's a family responsibility," he'd said, his voice flat, his dark eyes giving nothing away. He stood in our sprawling, sterile living room, a king in his castle, making decrees.
My father, Don Marcello Bianchi, had been there. He'd raised a single, questioning eyebrow, a subtle disapproval that Santino either missed or chose to ignore. My own protest died in my throat.
"She needs protection, Alessia. She's carrying a Moretti."
My voice was a small thing when I finally found it. "Protection is one thing, Santino. Having her live here, in our home..."
He cut me off. "This is for family unity. The discussion is over."
And just like that, my status as his wife, the Don's wife, was diminished. I was a fixture, a part of the architecture, but not a partner.
Valentina's invasion was subtle at first. A masterclass in quiet manipulation. She was a ghost in silk robes, always seeming to be in the right place at the wrong time.
A few days after she moved in, I saw it. Santino came out of the master bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips, water dripping from his black hair onto the marble floor. Valentina was standing right there, holding out a fresh, fluffy towel.
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