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My Foolish Husband's Regret Comes Late

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1098    |    Released on: 15/08/2026

na's

and urgently against the smooth marble floor. She s

tone was sickeningly sweet but as deadly as

time she was locked in the syndicate's holding cell for maxing out my card and sp

ck cloud of smoke directly into my face. Through the acrid haze, she smiled arroga

't hes

across the face with everything I had. The crisp

ng her cigarette. Sparks flew, burning a sc

. Infuriated that I dared to strike his mistress in public, he fl

wn on my collarbones like iron vises, their thumbs digging deeply into

nto the chair, pinning me heavil

Cassio, my c

lty," I said, my voice trembling but filled with suppresse

ost, a murderous intent su

the top syndicate in the city within three short years because I had

rthday dinner, I had planne

ess of the Falcone family, the descendant of the most

family's inner circle and introduce h

m to design such a

lonely waiting, a monumental

message, ordering my syndicate's legal advisor

alk out of here in such disgrace?" I as

sually adjusting h

tted smugly, a flash of cruel satisfaction in his eyes. "It's

inning me down, Lola stepped fo

fist and punched

lurring for a second as the coppe

hair. A sharp pain shot through my scalp as she

e me a

nd let the men have their fun with you," her hot, foul breath hit

focusing so hard that even the sea

mpletely ignoring Lola as if sh

vow, my voic

," I said, barely above a whisper, "the blood of e

augh, giving my hair one last

y, their laughter echoing off the marble walls, sneering at me

tic break?" one of the

o grabbed a half-eaten plate of steak from

. Scalding grease and black pepper sauce slid across my expose

crazy bitch! Pay y

hugs. He expertly racked the slide of his pistol, the crisp click cutting thro

owing me to stand. I scanned the hostile crowd, m

mate businessman who used t

inted at me, I walke

booth, terrified that I would ask h

ter contempt. "I just want to borrow your phone

into roaring la

o pay off a mafia debt?" someo

ly manicured finger at t

he phone,"

smirk and announced, "You h

he money didn't arrive by then, that fat, sleazy

ng a step forward with the excited gl

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My Foolish Husband's Regret Comes Late
My Foolish Husband's Regret Comes Late
“For three years, I secretly used my hidden network of connections to build my husband's pathetic mafia syndicate into the absolute pinnacle of this city. Tonight was supposed to be the birthday dinner where I planned to finally reveal my true identity to him. Instead, Cassio left me all alone in that high-end restaurant and froze every single one of my accounts. Hours later, he returned with his mistress Lola and a group of heavily armed men. "You have nothing. No power, no money. You are completely worthless," Lola sneered triumphantly, viciously smashing a bottle of vintage red wine at my feet before landing a hard punch to my jaw. He announced to the roaring crowd of mobsters that I was being cast aside. Then, he gave me a cruel ultimatum. If I couldn't produce three hundred thousand dollars in thirty minutes, his men would strip me naked and throw me out onto the street, leaving me to be publicly humiliated for the entire city to see. Those sleazy capos closed in on me, staring with the greedy eyes of predators sizing up their prey. Looking at the man I had married out of genuine love, I finally understood that our wedding vows were nothing but a carefully calculated experiment to him. He truly believed I was just a helpless, penniless woman whom he could trample on at will just to please his mistress. He had no idea that I was Serena Falcone, the legendary heiress of the most cold-blooded mafia family on the East Coast. When the countdown ended and his men reached out to tear my dress, I calmly picked up a phone and summoned my real family. It was time to burn his entire empire to the ground!”