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The Mafia Don's Runaway Heiress Wife

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 656    |    Released on: 08/05/2026

ella

, Julian, stared at me as if I had just held a loaded gun to hi

ener, Isabella! He didn't send his Enforcers; he chose to decimate half our shipping routes as a warning. Now you want a divorce? That is a pu

a brutal bucket of cold water. My defiance couldn't be bough

pping to a low, calculated whisper. "Being locked i

w furrowed in deep confusion. "Bella, I've never seen you like this. Before, whenever you talk

he darkness of the Moretti estate. "This was a business deal, Julian,"

ed by my coldness, and walked o

othing to wash away the phantom weight of Damien's hands

re the dark, possessive bruises from last night's confrontation. A brand

oze, her eyes dropping to the marks. A soft gasp escaped her

Sofia," I com

ulian was right; Damien's pride wouldn't allow it. But what if the ruthless, possessive

ien

flew open. Julian Sterling marched in, his

g up from the shipping

Julian demanded, slamming his hands on m

old, dead silence of the room press dow

Mr. Sterling, your sister leveraged your entire company just to become a Moretti. A

htened. "You arr

ted, my voice dropping to a lethal, quiet register that made him f

d the spine to push further. He t

e could use her naive brother as a pawn to provoke me. She wanted my attenti

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“Three years ago, I used my family's tech empire to marry Damien Moretti, a ruthless mafia Underboss. I naively thought my devotion could melt his frozen heart. But a year ago, he paraded his mistress at our family gala just because she had the face of his dead ex. When my pathetic jealousy boiled over and I stabbed him with a letter opener, he didn't kill me. Instead, he banished me to the freezing, decaying West Wing of his estate. For a whole year, I was locked away like a ghost. He flaunted his mistress, orchestrated a hostile takeover of my family's company, and let his maids treat me like garbage. When I knelt outside his door begging for a divorce, he just gripped my jaw and delivered a death sentence. "The only way you leave this family is in a coffin." The naive girl who begged for his love died in that cold room. I finally realized I was nothing but a profitable ledger entry to him. When he finally opened my door again, expecting to see a broken prisoner, I slapped him across his bleeding face. "The deal is done. I want a divorce." I walked straight out into the freezing Chicago rain, secretly swallowed a bottle of emergency contraceptives to kill any chance of carrying his heir, and prepared to tear up his mafia rules myself.”