Signing Away The Mafia Don

Chapter 2

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ained in secret pushed the annulme

nib. I did not ask for a single cent of Vincenzo's blood money.

my name from the synd

e into my palm. It had become a persistent, angry red by the

ut my phone; the low hum of the engine

s group. It was a picture of Donna and Rosalie, smi

as from Vincenzo's perso

teering wheel until my

e years old, hiding behind my le

isgust for her civilian mothe

my few belongings and leave the pap

nna ran into the living ro

ant," she bragged loudly. "He t

incenzo used to despise the extravagance of that place. He had always

salie. And he had forgotten t

a, holding a small pastry box.

alie said, walking in with a smug smile. "But I

ned t

a mango

ly allergic

ng, I had told him about my allergy when he tried to share a mango

it on the coffee table, his expression blank. He said

his expression soured by the sight of my plain sweater and jeans. "Spend more of my money. Buy better

went de

I looked at the legs that only worked because I had mas

I replie

nto Vincenzo's study, I placed the manila fo

ood grain of the desk until the dark lines wavered and blurred into a mea

ir vent, a dry, chilled draft whispered across my ba

aning his body when he could not even move to use the bathroom. I rem

own nightgown clinging to my s

nted me gone because I was a living, breathing

as I signed the papers, even as I packed my bags, so

ever

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Signing Away The Mafia Don

REGINA SIMONDS Mafia

“For five years, I nursed my crippled mafia boss husband back to health. But the moment he reclaimed his throne, he brought home his childhood friend, Rosalie. He gave her the master suite and ordered me to the kitchens to prepare food like a common maid. Even my eight-year-old stepdaughter, whom I had raised since she was a toddler, started looking at me with absolute disgust. "I wish you were my real mother, Aunt Rosalie. She dresses like a peasant and doesn't belong in our bloodline." When Rosalie orchestrated a fake kidnapping to frame me, my own daughter looked Vincenzo in the eyes and lied to support the mistress. Then, Rosalie faked a fainting spell at the top of the grand staircase. Vincenzo rushed up to catch her, letting me tumble violently down the hard marble steps. As I lay paralyzed in a pool of my own blood, miscarrying our unborn child, he carried her away without sparing me a single glance. I didn't understand. I had pulled him from the edge of death, washed his wasted body, and carved the wooden cane he used to walk. Why was my five years of absolute devotion treated like disposable garbage? When the doctor delivered the crushing news about my baby, the last ember of affection I held for him went cold. I signed the annulment papers without asking for a single cent, and vanished from the city forever.”