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The Jilted Mafia Queen's Ultimate Revenge

Chapter 2

Word Count: 841 | Released on: Today at 18:57

na's

y guarded estate, the dead sil

e armored SUV, watching the city lights speed pa

er console, attempting to in

d my hand back and rest

e returning to the steering wheel. "Let's not go home y

ate

leather steering wheel. "Every time I ask, you say 'whatever.' And when I pick the

slipped out before I could stop them. "Just take me to the

sound, the tires rubbed fran

a violent halt dead in

ward, colliding har

uckled his seatbelt and reached out to cu

red mark on my forehead, his

away, refusing to

cern on his face was quickly swallo

plain this? I am not cheating on you!"

the cars behind

heaving. "When the hell are you going to start trusting me? I feel

ars slipped uncontrollably down the bri

the dimly lit underground parking

ation. "There's a very secluded Italian restaurant up ther

n lights reflecting off t

ntioned this

ing about a "hidden gem of a restaurant" she ha

if Enzo was the one who had

r phone hidden deep inside Enzo

the screen, just a

sh of undisguised, sickening ecstasy

on hardening back into a mask of indif

t came up. I need to go handle it

gleam of joy in his eyes. "

main phone and quickly transferred a large sum o

t. Have the driver pick you up when you'r

watching him press the phone t

s bustling

ssly until I stopped in fr

n the window was an orn

essa and I used to pla

to predict our future love live

e desk. "Serena, we aren't going to fall in l

ing, "If that day ever comes, you have to tell me. No man i

e would actually fall i

ble floor, completely losing co

y told her I wo

still have

had teamed up to turn me into

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Mohamed Mohamed Mafia

“I knew my husband, a ruthless Mafia Capo, was cheating on me. But no matter how hard I dug, I couldn't find out who the mistress was. For an entire year, I tracked his armored SUVs, checked his burner phones, and interrogated every woman who came near him. At my most desperate and unhinged, I swallowed a handful of lethal pills right in front of him, just to force him to confess her name. But when I woke up, Enzo was sitting by my hospital bed, looking utterly exhausted. He stared at me for a long time before pulling me into a tight embrace. "Serena, there is no one else," he swore, his voice trembling. "What do I have to do to make you believe me?" Everyone in the Syndicate said I was clinically insane. Even I began to doubt myself, wondering if this elusive mistress was just a phantom of my fractured mind. Only Tessa, my childhood best friend of eighteen years, held me time and time again. "You're not crazy, I believe you," she said, wiping away my tears. "If you want a divorce, I'll take care of you. If you stay, I'll help you keep looking. One day, we will drag that bitch out of the shadows." But every time I thought I was close to catching her, all the clues would vanish into thin air. Until the day Tessa was admitted to the underground clinic for severe stomach ulcers, and I went to bring her my homemade restorative broth. Standing outside her VIP ward, I heard my husband's agonizing voice through the crack in the door. "Tessa, I can't pretend anymore. I need to tell Serena that you are the one I truly love." "No! You can't tell her!" Tessa panicked instantly, sobbing hysterically. "After my parents died, she was the one who kept me alive! If she finds out that her husband and her best friend have been playing her for a fool for three years, it will kill her!" Outside the heavy oak door, I covered my mouth with trembling hands, suffocating my own sobs. The third person I had spent three years hunting down... had been standing right between my husband and me the entire time. I was absolutely disgusted by the realization that I had been played for a fool by the two people I protected with my life. I calmly took off my diamond wedding band, invoked the ancient blood oath to legally seize eighty percent of his empire, and booked a one-way ticket to Chicago.”