Married to the Alpha of the Mafia

The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

Zhi Yao

For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.

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"The rules are still the same, Liam. If you want my throne then find a girl. Say I do in front of a priest. Fuck her and then the throne is yours."

Liam clenched and unclenched his hand on the paperweight trying to control the rage busting inside him while listening to his father, the current Don of Montreal crime family.

His hands itched, to kill someone, anyone, him! But again,

He reminded himself that the man was his boss and his father. Liam knight might be a twisted man but even he had certain limits. He respected the man, it's just that he didn't like what his father was suggesting.

"You will turn thirty this year. Time is slipping Liam. Find the girl or let me find one for you?"

Liam eyes his father. "You found one for yourself, she ended up six feet under the ground, I think I will pass on that offer."

Ryan only chuckled, a glint came to his eyes. "Jealous that you couldn't say goodbye to your mama one last time."

Liam only raised a brow. As if it mattered to the man who killed his own wife brutally and Liam understood it, clearly. The woman deserved to die, no one could remain alive when you fed information to cops. She wanted to run away from them, Liam understood it better than Ralph, his brother because it was him who found his mother cheating on his father when the manwhore was fu**ing loyal to his wife.

In the end, She got what she deserved. Death!

Ryan laughed! He laughed but Liam would not be Liam if he couldn't see that the man was still not over it. His wife. Why else would he not have married another woman? Simple, he couldn't give her place to anyone else.

Even dead, the woman still plays with his mind.

"I have something for you," Ryan said.

Liam frowned, his fingers drumming the black mahogany desk, waiting for his father to proceed. He then placed some pictures on the desk, in front of Liam.

Liam's eyes stopped on the pictures of a girl, a beautiful girl with blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, sharp cheek and that luscious curvy figure of her. The girl was pure perfection. Liam could feel the blood rushing into his male part.

Liam knight desired her, he could feel himself drowning in her warmth.

Ryan gave him another crooked smile." calm your di*k, son, she is not that easy to get! Don't you want to know who she is?" He asked, gesturing at the pictures.

"The only thing I know is that this is going to be my new mistress…" Liam chuckled, eyes still on those pouty lips. He could imagine his cock in her mouth.

"She won't be your mistress but your wife, Liam. Marry her, fuck her and rule the heart of Canada."

Ever so slowly, Liam raised his eyes and settled them on his father's. He leaned forward, "I won't marry only to fuck a girl…"

"She is Ethan King's daughter. Aurora King and the only way to control Ethan and his territory. You are lucky that she is pretty to look at, she could be an ugly duckling." Ryan jabbed. He could see the wheels running in his son's mind.

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