Traded To The Bratva: My Husband's Betrayal

eturned. He looked less like a man coming home to his wi

cloying sweetness of Lucia's perfume-a nau

silk tie. "They are spreading like a disease. People are w

t the vanity and removing my diamond ea

y arm, spinning me around to face him.

, my pulse steady beneath his grippi

the skin. He knew Lola. More importantly, he knew

tal paternity test to the Commission. The Families don't like it when Capos lie about their b

fear that used to live there, the trembli

s if I burned him. "I will sign you

t is the Gala. The Families are gathering. You will walk in there on my arm

," I

hing loud in the silence, before tucking it back into his breas

he could control the narrative l

nothing left to lose is the mo

the ballroom glittering under chandeliers that

ower. It covered the cigarette burns on my ribs-souvenirs from

sted possessively on the small of my back, h

cameras. Lucia was there, too, seated at the family tabl

room with his usual charisma. He spoke of loyalty, of family

smile tight, "I want to thank my wife, Seraphina. H

irs, the spotlight blinding, masking the cold fire

plified to boom across the silent hall. "Miracles a

her's stony face. I saw the heads of th

ng the words hang in the air. "And he is right. O

froze, her glass halfway to her lips

ing through the silence like a guillotine. "

breath that sucked the air out of the ballroom. Dante l

osure shatter. "To honor their union. Because a man who trades his wife to t

d the mi

reech of feedback that mat

the wreckage behind me. The illusion was

as fina