The Divorced Wife He Could Never Afford

my husband, Julian, taking bullets and launde

settlement across the boardroom table, demanding I

. He fabricated rumors of my infidelity to ruin my reputation

turf war, he let her hang up

ay, please do not bother

feed me to rival families if I didn't disappear, lea

he man who once slaughtered an entire syndicate just to crown me his Queen, feeling nothing but a suffoc

or beg him to

ated a live broadcast to the highest judges of the Commission, lea

pte

na

s the mahogany with a faint, dry hiss, coming to

million. The keys

undering his accounts, of taking a .38 caliber bullet for him

losing, the screen of the phone beside his hand lit up. It was a message from an unsaved number, but the moment th

e his Queen now looked at me. His gaze passed over my shoulder, settling o

silence, that I would simply sign away the west-side smuggling routes

tonous hum of the air circulation vent and the dry scratching

egotiations had brought

wore a custom dark suit that seemed sc

used to make my pulse race. Now

d this far

ow rumble that co

is growing

half-cup of black coffee in my stomach seemed to tu

sigliere and the highest-ranking Enforcers sto

ry of the Famiglia. They served the s

thick dossie

itimate real estate fronts. The penthouse overlooking th

vic

ng money, and taking bullets for him

Julian's secure phone vi

line of his jaw softened. The Don dissol

ed up t

," he murmured, his voice sof

c voice spilled f

a fond smile to

r she wants. If she wants the south

d back at me, his ey

Siena. I have a di

umbness was

fighting for the foundation I had built with my

ce, the weight of my exhaustion

for the

ill

h from the Consigliere and the Enfo

was the tactical mind behind the thro

urprised, but a smug r

oo

, adjusting

in allies. The Famiglia will st

sound harsh in

ion, Julian. I do

ne chim

d his earpiece, and her gloating, overly swee

secure office on the top floor. Her old files looke

The nerve center

a quick reply to the group channel t

s, I am glad to see the janitorial staff is fin

e table, leaning toward me, a

, Siena. Do not t

red th

iers, stood up, and walked

ie

cked like a w

d lighter from our honey

my hand on the

ood grain of the door. "You will need it

pulling up his contact on my encrypted phone, and permanently deleted the Don from my life. And as the door sealed shut behind me, a single