icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

The Discarded Wife Is A Mafia Queen

Chapter 8 8

Word Count: 702    |    Released on: Today at 17:04

ella

ack of lightning illuminating the cold, cavernous expanse of my safe hou

Elena. Her tiny lungs would tighten; th

ntly overrode my logic. I snatched the black r

fore a trembling voic

ckground, I could hear the muffled, breathless sobs of my five-year-old dau

h raw terror. "The *Underboss*... he's furious. He said you're a traitor

listen

e's muffled, drunken roar. Sarah let out a whimper. "I'

mma

tore through the speaker a split

phone, my blood turning to absolute ice. I closed my eyes, the agonizing r

no room for a child's tears. I could picture him shoving open the nursery door, reeking of amber whiskey and a bruis

*Crying is for the weak. It's Falcone behavior. Your mother betrayed

our *Vendetta* agai

er would never be safe. He wasn't just a failed husband; he was a monster who viewed his own fle

watching the bruised purple light wash over the New York skyline. The

nnual shipping contract auction, held tonight at the Waldorf Astoria. Dante's Moretti

fingers fly over the keys, sending a direct line

g to the ball. Pre

, the machine clicked to

od do you wan

from a rusted pipe. I unzipped it, pulling out a razor-sharp, tailored black suit-a far cry f

n my silk gloves to conceal the old scars, pausing for a moment to look at my inner wrist. T

had twenty-five million, four hundred thousand dollars sitting in a ghost account, and to

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
The Discarded Wife Is A Mafia Queen
The Discarded Wife Is A Mafia Queen
“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.”
1 Chapter 1 12 Chapter 2 23 Chapter 3 34 Chapter 4 45 Chapter 5 56 Chapter 6 67 Chapter 7 78 Chapter 8 89 Chapter 9 910 Chapter 10 10