My Cold Heart: Rejecting The Mafia Boss

My Cold Heart: Rejecting The Mafia Boss

Jia Zhong

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My husband, the Outfit's most feared Consigliere, stood up and buttoned his suit jacket. He had just convinced a jury that Sofia Moretti was innocent. But we both knew the truth: Sofia had poisoned my mother over a spilled martini on her Valentino dress. Instead of comforting me, Dante looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "If you make a scene," he whispered, gripping my arm until it bruised, "I will bury you in a psychiatric ward so deep even God won't find you." To protect the Family alliance, he sacrificed his wife. When I tried to fight back, he drugged me at a gala. He let a private investigator take photos of me, naked and unconscious, just to have leverage to keep me silent. He paraded Sofia around our penthouse, letting her wear my dead mother's shawl while I was banished to the staff quarters. He thought he had broken me. He thought I was just a nurse's daughter he could manage. But he made a fatal error. He didn't read the "committal forms" I handed him to sign. They were divorce papers, transferring his assets to me. And the night of the yacht party, while he toasted to his victory with my mother's killer, I left my wedding ring on the deck. I didn't jump to die. I jumped to be reborn. And when I resurfaced, I made sure Dante Russo burned for every sin.

Chapter 1

My husband, the Outfit's most feared Consigliere, stood up and buttoned his suit jacket.

He had just convinced a jury that Sofia Moretti was innocent.

But we both knew the truth: Sofia had poisoned my mother over a spilled martini on her Valentino dress.

Instead of comforting me, Dante looked at me with cold, dead eyes.

"If you make a scene," he whispered, gripping my arm until it bruised, "I will bury you in a psychiatric ward so deep even God won't find you."

To protect the Family alliance, he sacrificed his wife.

When I tried to fight back, he drugged me at a gala.

He let a private investigator take photos of me, naked and unconscious, just to have leverage to keep me silent.

He paraded Sofia around our penthouse, letting her wear my dead mother's shawl while I was banished to the staff quarters.

He thought he had broken me.

He thought I was just a nurse's daughter he could manage.

But he made a fatal error.

He didn't read the "committal forms" I handed him to sign.

They were divorce papers, transferring his assets to me.

And the night of the yacht party, while he toasted to his victory with my mother's killer, I left my wedding ring on the deck.

I didn't jump to die.

I jumped to be reborn.

And when I resurfaced, I made sure Dante Russo burned for every sin.

Chapter 1

Elena Vitiello POV

The second the jury foreman stood up, I knew my marriage was a corpse that hadn't yet begun to rot.

My husband, Dante Russo, the New York Outfit's most feared Consigliere, didn't look at the woman he was defending-the woman who had poisoned my mother over a spilled martini.

He looked at me.

His dark eyes held a silent, terrifying promise: if I made a single sound when they let her walk free, he would bury me in a psychiatric ward so deep even God wouldn't find me.

"We find the defendant, Sofia Moretti, not guilty."

The words didn't hurt. Pain requires capacity, and I had gone numb three days ago when Dante told me he was taking the case.

I watched Sofia Moretti dab at dry eyes with a silk handkerchief. She was the daughter of a Capo, a princess in a kingdom built on bones.

Slowly, she turned her head. Her gaze locked onto mine across the aisle.

She didn't smile. She didn't have to. The smirk was alive in her eyes.

She had killed a civilian nurse-my mother-because a splash of red wine had ruined her white Valentino dress. And my husband had just convinced twelve people it was self-defense.

Dante stood up, buttoning his suit jacket. He was beautiful in the way a switchblade is beautiful.

Sharp. Cold. Devastating.

He shook hands with Sofia, his grip firm. He was doing his job. He was protecting the Family alliance. He was sacrificing his wife's heart on the altar of Omertà.

I stood up. My legs trembled not from fear, but from a rage so hot it felt like I had swallowed a live coal.

Dante met me in the corridor. The press was swarming, but his security detail kept them back like a dam holding a flood. He grabbed my elbow, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with bruising force.

"Do not make a scene, Elena," he whispered. His voice was low, a velvet threat. "Get in the car."

"She killed her," I said, my voice dead flat. "And you helped her."

"I did what was necessary for the Outfit," he replied, steering me toward the armored SUV with an iron grip. "Sofia is a Capo's daughter. Your mother was... unfortunate collateral. We move on."

Unfortunate collateral.

That was what my mother's life amounted to in his world. A line item in a ledger he had just balanced.

The ride to our penthouse was silent. The city blurred past, grey and indifferent.

When the elevator doors finally slid open into our foyer, I wrenched away from him.

"How could you?" I screamed, the numbness finally cracking under the pressure. "You promised to protect me. You promised to protect my family!"

Dante took off his jacket and hung it up with meticulous care. He poured himself a drink, the amber liquid swirling in the crystal glass.

He looked at me with the detached patience one reserves for a hysterical child.

"I protected you from the fallout," he said calmly. "If Sofia went to prison, her father would have started a war. You would be a target. I saved your life today, Elena."

"You sold my soul!"

I grabbed a vase from the console table-a gift from his mother-and threw it. It shattered against the wall, shards of porcelain raining down like shrapnel.

Dante didn't flinch. He set his glass down. He walked over to me, his movements predatory. He towered over me, the scent of expensive cologne and betrayal filling my nose.

"You are unstable," he said. "Grief has made you irrational."

"I am not irrational. I am awake."

"If you continue this," he said, leaning down so his lips brushed my ear, "I will have Dr. Aris declare you mentally incompetent. I will release your mother's medical records-the ones I forged to show a history of hereditary psychosis."

His breath was warm against my skin, contrasting with the ice in his tone.

"You will go to the sanatorium, Elena. And you will stay there until you learn to be a silent wife."

I stared at him. The man I had loved, the man I thought was different from the brute soldiers, was a monster in a tailored suit.

He wasn't protecting me. He was managing me.

"I hate you," I whispered.

"Hate me all you want," Dante said, straightening his tie in the mirror. "Just do it quietly."

He walked into his study and closed the door. The lock clicked.

It sounded like a gunshot.

I stood in the hallway, looking at the shattered vase. I realized then that Dante Russo had made a fatal error.

He thought he had broken me. He didn't know he had just handed me the weapon I needed to destroy him.

I wasn't going to the sanatorium.

I was going to war.

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