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The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Mafia Boss

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 412    |    Released on: Today at 20:33

etta

remembered the day

slit her wrists for the fiftieth time. She wanted my mother's plac

bortifacient to kill the child in her womb, a final capitulation

read. He had promised my mother that Serena was no more to him than a sis

ion of the lips. She had nodded, silently handing

ed mafia marriage contract off the wall and smashed it against t

ehouse after that day, casti

he city to celebrate her new status as the presiding lady of the house. He sent a formal invitation to my mother, an embossed card ne

That night, he stood at the docks and lit the sky with my mother's favorite firew

gitimate daughter in the Family ledger as my older sister, an indelible mark of disgrac

ispered that my mother

he stayed glued to Serena's side and officia

th year. And Gabrie

well further, a roug

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The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Mafia Boss
The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Mafia Boss
“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.”