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My Husband's Mistress Hired Me

My Husband's Mistress Hired Me

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1563    |    Released on: Today at 18:57

and the wife of the most rut

nd spent countless nights waiting in ter

encrypted network, begging for advice be

he photos she sent

s crying over

was busy with dangerous Family

woman sent me, I watched my ruthless hus

ng like a beggar, clutching imported medicine and

you unprotected agai

over his careless mistakes, only for h

ssuming I would always sit in our

ion were never meant to be buried

banking portal and revoked his acc

ignet ring, packed my bags, a

pte

ena

od money through a labyrinth of offshore accounts when an almost insu

from a low-level associate I had vetted years ago-someone who owed me a favor. I made a mental note to check that favor later. The problem was not the request i

tric glow from my monitors was the only light, and it

ost formidable Caporegime in the New York Famiglia. I managed the underground intellig

found a way past my standard vetti

r message on th

in the city. I need your advice. The man protecting me i

d over the keyboard, a faint numbness at their tips; each letter of the mes

. They formed a documented history of th

imed he had Family business. He claimed he was stuck in sit-downs

A cold sensation worked its

n resting on a glass coffee table. Next to it was a pharmacy receipt. The timestamp was

own at my

rocure a fresh supply of that exact brand of medication for him. He c

raping sound against the

t. I unzipped the side pocket. I pulled out the two boxes of medication I had

They matched the box in Elena's photo.

pped a photo of my two boxes and sen

id the Capo buy t

y. "Just one. How did

rove his status. It was a picture of his h

throat seemed

istinct, a mark only a Made Man could bear. My eyes traced the familiar lines of the

ian on my phone. I set the device side-by-

ent devotion. He told her she was safe. He told her he

ere commands. "Bring the cash." "Clear the l

being poured over my head began in my

outh, stifling a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob. Then I swallowed it down. I would not cry for

. "Men like him need to be tested. Ask him again

avy oak doors of the

disturbing the still air of the foyer. He was a massive man, imposing and ruthless. His

er screens and mov

es of ulcer medication

as not a word of thanks. He popped a pi

my mouth. No tremor. No hesitat

e knot down. "The docks. Handling a smuggled weapons

His expression did not change

d in my pocket.

d server. Elena had replied to Julian o

I bought only one box. That's all she needed." Why are you asking? Do you

stine counter I had just cleaned. He dismissed my efforts. He dismissed my presence. He was o

served him the traditional Italian so

take a bite, a burner phone, protrudin

en's bright glow threw a perfect reflection in the dark window. The

" It was Elena. Her message pre

my safehouse t

wl of untouched soup away. "I need to make a call," he muttered, tur

am rising from his abandoned bowl. The soup was

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My Husband's Mistress Hired Me
My Husband's Mistress Hired Me
“I was a top underground fixer and the wife of the most ruthless Mafia Capo in New York. I managed his money, built his empire, and spent countless nights waiting in terror for him to survive bloody turf wars. But one night, a desperate woman hired my encrypted network, begging for advice because her mafia protector was pulling away. When I looked at the photos she sent, my blood ran cold. The man she was crying over was my husband. He lied to my face, claiming he was busy with dangerous Family business and ignoring my texts. Yet, through the surveillance footage the woman sent me, I watched my ruthless husband stand in the pouring rain until dawn. The man who treated me like a servant was groveling like a beggar, clutching imported medicine and food, pleading with a civilian to open her door. "I will never leave you unprotected again," he promised her. I had bled my own inheritance dry to cover his careless mistakes, only for him to give his devotion to an outsider. He took my loyalty for granted, assuming I would always sit in our empty penthouse waiting for him. I realized my intellect and ambition were never meant to be buried for a man who didn't respect me. So, I logged into the Cayman Island banking portal and revoked his access to millions in offshore accounts. I took off my gold Famiglia signet ring, packed my bags, and left his territory forever.”