The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Mafia Boss

Author: Xie Huan

Chapter 1

Word Count: 716 | Released on: Today at 20:33

out my mother in our basement, pretendi

Capo, thought she was just

te daughter, he decided to marry me

ng that my mother and I were doing dark magi

lew into a

ashes in the snow. Let's see ho

e with a salt-soaked leather

degrees, and I was pronounced dead before t

taring at the safehouse door, waiting

o punish had been forced to drink poison

ed his brutal abuse just t

d was that my mother

nd while my father was still screaming at a ghos

ing winter cold was gone. I was lyin

ng a sharp suit and ruling the city's un

pte

etta

to mist before my eyes, my father-the most ruthless Capo of the Ro

k cream bled through the cracks and

off as collateral to a rival cartel. And

I had been guarding th

no was a man who ordered entire bloodlines erased with a subtle turn of

rable door, he sounded like a man

a costly mistake. As he told it, his precious Serena had signed a bad guarantee with the Lucchese

's daughter, had only been in the family for two years. He argued to the silent house that he could not trust Bianc

knees up until my chin rested upon

as silent as a tomb, ho

cking through the stillness like a gunshot. He screamed that my mother wa

ormed off, leaving the crushed pastry

ars ago, I had watched her body disappear. And I had made s

they believed tha

even years old when I learned the truth:

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“For five long years, I hid the truth about my mother in our basement, pretending she was just locked in the safehouse. My father, a ruthless mafia Capo, thought she was just throwing a bitter tantrum. To protect his mistress's illegitimate daughter, he decided to marry me off as collateral to a rival cartel. When I refused, the mistress framed me, crying that my mother and I were doing dark magic in the basement to curse her unborn twins. My father flew into a blind rage. "Strip her and give her fifty lashes in the snow. Let's see how long her mother can hold out!" He ordered his men to beat me with a salt-soaked leather whip. I was twelve years old. My skin was shredded, my fever spiked to 104 degrees, and I was pronounced dead before the cartel's convoy even reached the hospital. Until my last breath, my father kept staring at the safehouse door, waiting for my mother to come out and save me. He didn't know the woman he was trying to punish had been forced to drink poison by his precious mistress five years ago. He didn't know I had endured his brutal abuse just to guard my mother's secret. What he never imagined was that my mother didn't die that night. She escaped. She rebuilt herself from nothing. And while my father was still screaming at a ghost, she had already conquered an empire of her own. When I opened my eyes again, the biting winter cold was gone. I was lying in a warm bed, bandaged and alive. And standing right in front of me, wearing a sharp suit and ruling the city's underworld as a Mafia Queen, was my mother.”