The Betrayed Wife's Ruthless Mafia Comeback

Chapter 7

Word Count: 647 | Released on: 15/05/2026

a De Lu

Black Baccara roses. The rare, velvet-dark blooms were one of the

own open, slamming against its frame. Alessandro st

r thorn with a precise, metallic click

stood beside me. "What did you do to

cid. "I did nothing. I simply followed your father's directive. Or would you prefer to e

it worked. His anger had nowhere to go.

s replaced by a false, placating softness. "Katarina, we don't have t

opened it. Inside, nestled on a bed of white satin, was a necklace-a stunnin

ted it." He was trying to buy my forgiveness, to settle the ac

ad wanted it, once. Now, the

my humiliation?" I asked,

e to make things so difficult? Aria is a distraction. A toy. You a

nfidelity, her corruption, and my pu

ed to him turned to dust. I finally understood. In his eyes, Aria and I were t

ne smile gracing my lips.

ught he had won. He thought I had a

weight. "So," I said, my eyes meeting

l Mark. Tell him to reactivate Aria's accounts. Say you'

He wanted me to personally undo my

ed, but it didn

mirror hanging on the wall. I fastened the clasp behind my neck. The sapphire

face was pale, beaut

I said, more to m

d, arrogant expression. The m

mask of wifely obedience. I to

sandro. I'll t

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Sofia Wade Mafia

“For five years, I was the flawless wife to the heir of the De Luca empire, securing billion-dollar acquisitions to prove my worth. But my husband, Alessandro, still paraded his mistress in our home, publicly humiliating me as a "cold spreadsheet" while she sneered in triumph. It didn't stop at infidelity. When I dared to cut off her credit cards, Alessandro decided to teach me a lesson. He allowed his mistress to secretly file down the metal clasp on my horse's saddle right before a massive public equestrian event. My leg was completely shattered in a horrific, agonizing fall in front of hundreds of elite guests. While I lay bleeding in the dirt, my husband didn't even glance my way. Instead, he rushed to hold his mistress, shielding her eyes from the gruesome sight. Later, pretending to be unconscious in the infirmary, I overheard him ordering his guards. "Get rid of the saddle. It was just a lesson to remind her who's in charge." He didn't just want me humiliated; he wanted me crippled and broken. As the sterile smell of the hospital hit me, a horrifying realization set in-I was two weeks late. I was pregnant with his child. The thought of my baby growing up in this ruthless, toxic family made my blood run cold, and the last spark of my love turned into absolute hatred. The obedient wife died on that dirt track. I quietly contacted his family's biggest rival and activated my secret scorched-earth protocol. It was time to burn his empire to the ground.”