The Mafia King's Runaway Genius Wife

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 730 | Released on: 08/04/2026

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rgent. I managed to drag myself down the service elevato

ing out the freezing rain. The air was thick with the scent of illicit gin and cigar smoke. I clutched my righ

clenched in a mixture of deep concern and raw fury. He didn't offer empty sympathies;

fingers. Inside lay a h

sed anger. "He said he married you to a stone, hoping your warmth would melt him. That was his mista

ish haze in my mind. I closed my fist around th

y the time I pulled the Cadillac up to the wrought-iron gate

to a tight embrace that smelled of lavender and starched linen. For a fraction of a second, I let

my sweet girl," she wh

wheelchair by the roaring stone fireplace. His body was frail, wrapped in a wool bla

he far wall. "Behi

the hidden keyhole. The heavy steel safe clicked open, reve

,000.00-enough to disappear and rebuild in any city in the world. And f

ical mind, calling my meticulous charting of his illegal empire "cute homework." He had no idea that the ledge

blood," Aurthur rasped, his voice echoing with ancient auth

was still there, but the suffocating chains of fear had shattered

by a desolate, paint-peeling payphone booth on the side of the road. The wind howled throu

red on the

receiver, my voice trembling not from pain, but

over the line before Caden's vo

owt

ve. I needed to return to the Fifth Avenue penthouse one last time to pack my remaining dignity and move my things

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“I was married to the Dark Don of New York, but to the Trevino family, I was just collateral. While I was suffering from agonizing acute appendicitis, my husband forced me out into the freezing rain just to watch him parade his mistress in front of the city's elite. When I handed him the annulment papers and begged for my freedom, he coldly burned them to ashes right in front of my face. He watched me collapse on the floor in blinding pain, completely ignoring my deathly pale skin. "Stop this pathetic performance. If you aren't ready for the gala by seven, I will throw your grandfather into a state facility." His mistress even mocked my illness, handing me raw oysters with a victorious smirk while he looked at me with pure disgust. I finally understood that in this gilded cage, my life meant absolutely nothing to him. If I stayed, I would die here-either from a ruptured appendix or from his suffocating cruelty. So, I took a heavy dose of painkillers, threw my diamond ring into the river, and emptied the family's hidden safe. When he finally cornered me in a dark alley to drag me back, I shoved the real annulment papers into his chest. "Touch me, and I will scream until every rat in this city hears me." I stepped into the getaway cab, taking the master copies of his smuggling ledgers with me. It was time to burn his empire to the ground.”