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Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 835    |    Released on: 19/12/2025

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s a slow,

a phone Ayla had smuggled in for me. My official phone was monitored by Emil

was a burner.

me Ayla had whisp

n Cle

c. Of course it was.

rday. It was a picture of a ma

w tha

nife fight in 2018. I knew the heavy gold Rolex; I

d: Finally whol

self to keep looking. I scrolled down.

Miami. Dates stamped on the phot

ross-referencing the dates

had told me he was in a sit-down

He said he was handling

king. He was

t alone in our empty mansion, waiting for

o dated three years ago,

ne meant for the Don's wife. The one he cl

pretending to read a magazine, b

know?"

aw the screen, and he

ly. "About a mistress. Not abou

said, my voice sounding hollow, like it belonged to a

d," Ayl

lization settling over me like a shroud.

u on display,"

ife to show the world that Emilio Thomas wa

Leo were

his was ice. It was a cold, numbing realizat

oor o

y bit the doting husband. He w

ght want somethin

r perhaps just inco

o

ive her the bra

hocolates. I kept my e

"Elana, plea

he

ding my gaze. "It was her birthday.

because he was too lazy

ut," I

sband. I'm the Don.

et out!"

er from the bedside table and threw it

l next to his head, shower

, flinching back as i

never threw things. I was

chest heaving. "I am not your wi

o arrogance. "You are mine. You will always

me," I

t. Then he straightened his wet

oldly. "Hormones. We will disc

alke

was still the girl who abandoned her architect

as w

ied on the

e rotting. I picked up the box of chocolates

looked

to die,"

dn't ask why. She didn't

losing her magazine

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Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge
Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge
“My husband was the Don of New York, and for ten years, I was his perfect trophy wife. I designed his buildings, kept his secrets, and stood by his side as the envy of the city. But the moment his mistress marched into my casino with a secret son, my decade of loyalty meant nothing. The boy demanded my grandmother's bracelet-which was dangling from his wrist. When I reached to take back what was mine, Emilio didn't defend me. He shoved me. Hard. I crashed backward into a wall of shattered glass. While I lay bleeding on the marble floor I had hand-picked, losing our unborn child, he didn't even look at me. He was on his knees, wrapping his suit jacket around another woman's son to shield him from the debris. In the hospital, the cruelty only worsened. "It was an accident, Elana. Leo was scared." He dismissed the death of our baby as collateral damage. He had given my family heirloom to his bastard child and chose them over me without hesitation. I realized then that the Omertà-our sacred code of silence-was a lie. He had built a warm, loving shadow family while I was just a useful decoration waiting in a cold mansion. He wanted to bury me in that life forever. So, I decided to give him a funeral. I staged my suicide off the cliffs of the estate, letting the freezing ocean swallow Elana Thomas. Now, everyone thinks the Don's wife is dead. But in Zurich, a new woman named Elena is very much alive, and she's coming back to burn his empire to the ground.”
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