The Discarded Wife Is A Mafia Queen

Chapter 7

Word Count: 571 | Released on: 02/04/2026

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dormant bomb. When it finally rang, the shrill sound shattered t

the receive

ce was thick with the flu an

he nightmare unfolding in the penthouse. Sarah, the clueless temporary maid h

ella. She turned

he fridge-the one I had emptied of spares when I left, assuming he would restock it. He hadn't. While Sarah frantically called an ambulance,

the phone rang again

corridor. "The doctor tore into him, Bella. Treated the

, the name tasting lik

Elena woke up. She cried for you. When Adriana tried to touch her, the sweet girl pu

ide swelled in my c

voice breaking. "He was going to call you. I saw it in his eyes.

Dante chose his ego over our daughter's tears. He would rather l

n on the edge of my cot when the secure radio line-the one I had taught Elena to memori

to my ear, my hand tr

mma

ntly spilled over my lashes, hot and desper

t cal

. I heard the sound of a scuffle, the

sickeningly sweet, fake voice echoed into the mouth

ear, a flat, dead sound that e

at usurping whore, a mere *Associate's* daughter, had just severed the lifelin

d toward my encrypted telegraph machine. The air in the warehouse was growing heavy and thick,

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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.”