The Heirs Of The Mafia Lords

Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

Tao Yaoyao

My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.

Modern Parenting Ex-wife Drama

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Chapter 1

Adeline Rossie ..

- I came back.

- Oh welcome my princess.

I look at Amélie with a big smile, this woman is an angel, she helps me a lot with my princes, it is she who keeps them for me when I am going to work ..

Amélie is an elderly woman in her forties, she did not have the chance to know the pains of childbirth suddenly she was like my mother that I had never had in all my life, she is loving and the boys are like her grandchildren.

I live next to her house with the children suddenly when I wish to go to work I let him the children.

Ah! I am Adeline Rossie, I am 25 years old, I am of Italian origin and I am of a calm nature, very respectful and very beautiful without boasting myself.

I have been a professional prostitute for years, yes don't judge me I did not get up overnight to be prostitute no I was a prostitute in spite of myself.

Let me make you a little briefing on my life, I am of Italian origin because my parents gave me back here, speaking even of my parents I have never known it suddenly it was my maternal uncle who raised me, he always told me that my parents died in a car accident when I was very small and I always believed it, he is an uncle that I hate everything, The choice was he nourished me, who did everything for me, he influenced me since he was a dangerous man.

Since he owned a prostitution house he used me to make money, I always prostitute myself, the more I did the more I ended up taking a taste for that, it had become my daily life.

I lived at that time with him in America, over the years he disgusted me again and again, my hatred grew up for him and I remember as if it were yesterday the day he had come back to the house I was 20 years old at that time, I will never forget this day when he had tried to sleep with me, I preferred to satisfy people that I did not know about my own uncle, I had started by struggling myself again and again, he was drawing so much alcohol that day that I had no trouble pushing him, brutally, in his fall he bumps his head suddenly against the wall before losing consciousness.

Without waiting for I quickly stretched America to come and settle here, I don't know if he's still alive or not.

I still wish that he dies, it is because of him if my life is spoiled, it is by his fault if I continued to prostitute myself here since I could not do anything with my hands, I was mowing so it was the only option I had found to get out of it.

I hate him with all my heart and I want to never see him again with my whole life.

It's been five years since I live in Italy precisely in Rome, it's been a year since I abandoned my life of prostitution, yes since I knew that I was pregnant with my babies, I stopped everything and I found myself a cleaning woman work even if it was difficult for me to get this work I got there and I work very hard to give the best of myself to my children, they are my turn and I love them ..

I was in my thoughts when I see my three boys market to come to me.

I smile instinctively, they are so beautiful and had a always cold look.

This look on their part always scared me because already a year he was already scary, it was not I who was endowed with this look and to think well I think that this look would surely belong to their father, I probably say because I did not know him physically ..

My story with this unknown is another level, I assure you ..

- Mom..Maman ... they said.

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