The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Mafia Boss

Chapter 4

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nny found the shredded p

he gasped loudly, a sound calculated for all to hear. She told Gabriel it was a sacred Family document. She cried that my mother wa

veins in his forehead stood out, a dark throb of rage. He pulled his gun from his

f wood flying from the frame. They tore the upper floors apart, overturning

d air. He reported that for five long years, I had been the only person deliveri

e his authority. He berated her to the empty room, his voice cracking with a mixture of wrath and an unspoken dread.

m the basement-the sound of something shift

ad found only bloodstains and emptiness when I came looking for her body the morning after she died. The barre

shifted. Somethi

pine. If someone opened that

erena collapsed against the wall. She clutched her stomach, her face twist

her before she hit the floor, his arms a cradle around her.

is gaze fixed on the dark, unlit door at the far end where no light or sound escape

Serena. I would be married off to the Lucchese cartel in thre

t hiss. "Let her rot in there," he sneered.

he door, leaving me alo

s and descended into the dark. The wine barrel stood in the corner, its lid slightly askew from

years-because she was gone. I had been guarding an empty barrel, waiting f

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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.”