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The Discarded Wife Is A Mafia Queen

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 717    |    Released on: Today at 17:04

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eeze off the East River. My safe house, hidden deep within a working canning factory in the New York Port District, was cold a

ct place to dism

brass and ebony. Dante thought I was nothing more than a pawn, a *Mafia Wife* whose only purpose was to breed and look pretty at

taking my

the system's foundation years ago. Silently, the protocol scrambled the encrypted routing maps for every arm

angover, would scoff. He'd blame the machines, order engineers to fix it, and sneer that my little "strike" was pathetic. He would assu

lanner rang. It was time for Marta to

he desk, a mother's desperate instinct screaming at me to c

(It's no longer my job), I w

rn medicine. The Capos' Friday ledgers. The gifts for next week's Chicago *sit-down*. Picking up his tailored su

e paintbrush. When I told her it would ruin her dress, she had pouted. *"Aun

veins. If I didn't tear this family apart from the outs

ring my name when he couldn't find his imported pills, cursing my "petty" absence. He wouldn't realize his life was already ble

the telegraph machine. It wa

ite brokers and smugglers. A high-bounty cipher from Al Capone's South Side C

aveled beautifully. I didn't steal the contents; I simply broadcasted the fi

dead silent. Th

ife as a private transmission click

you were dead. The Five

last remnants of Isabella Moretti fading

ing. Now, I

walk into the Moretti Tower and force his advisor to sever the final leg

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“I am the wife of Dante Moretti, a powerful Mafia Underboss. But in secret, I am "Spettro," the phantom architect who built his entire encrypted bootlegging empire. On my birthday, I came home to find him gifting our five-year-old daughter the exact plush toy he had violently slapped out of my hands months ago. Only this time, he was giving it to his mistress, Adriana, to present as her own. "Auntie Adriana is a million times better than Mommy." My daughter's innocent words pierced my heart, while Dante coldly dismissed my presence, treating me like an unwelcome stranger interrupting their perfect family. He mocked my mothering, allowed his mistress to sever my desperate phone calls with my child, and weaponized his power to break our daughter's spirit just to spite me. He sneered that my only purpose was to stay quiet, absolutely certain I would crawl back the second my allowance ran dry. He thought I was just a weak, submissive wife who had lost everything. He didn't realize that the empire he arrogantly ruled was entirely built on my stolen brilliance. I left my diamond ring on the table, violently slashed our ancient blood oath in half, and walked out of his gilded cage forever. Sitting in a cold warehouse, I placed my hands on my telegraph machine and initiated the Ghost Protocol to permanently paralyze his entire criminal network. The era of playing the dutiful wife was over. I am Donna Falcone, and the vendetta has just begun.”
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