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The Discarded Wife Is A Mafia Queen

Chapter 6 6

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rbage. I pushed open the door to a dusty radio and telegraph supply shop. The bel

dragged over my tailored coat, his lips curling into a condescending smirk. "Buying a toy for your *Ca

y stepped closer, my silk-gloved finger tapping

polished ice. "Enough to build an encrypted node that Pinkerton directional trackers cannot trace." I let the silence stretch for a fraction

t beaded on his forehead. He realized instantly that he wasn't speaking to a bored, scorned housewife. He was lo

terror. He scurried to the hidden compartment in the back room, fetching my ars

w machine. As the soldering iron sparked in the dim light, my mind drifted to the top floor o

the mahogany wall, shattering it into a hundred pieces. Silvio, his chief accountant, would be trembling, swea

stammer, terrified for his life. *Spettro. We can't bypass i

hire the best expert from Chicago.* She wouldn't understand that this wasn't a technical glitch; it was a judgment from *L'Architetto*(The Architect) herself. Dante's blind rage and Adriana's

e silence of the factory was deafening, leaving too

room, surrounded by expensive toys she didn't want, crying for her *Mamma*. Dante, reeking of whiskey and cigars afte

and roar, *Your mother isn't here! She betrayed this family! A Falcone is always a Falcone

jagged blade in my chest. He was breaking her to spite me. But his cruel decree only proved his impotence. A true *Don

. I would tear his world apart brick by brick, until there was n

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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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