Betraying The Queen: A Mafia Boss's Downfall

Chapter 3

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etal rim, and a sharp, acid

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weler in cash. After I lost them, I placed it in my son Leo's room as a sacred protective c

he medallion over. The name Sien

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she whispers softly. "

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wall. It reads in huge, glittering gold letters: Celebrating the

g with Silas to throw a banquet for our lawful son, Leo. He had refused, insist

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a two-thousand-dollar tribute to a di

screen, my fingers feeling thick a

She calls me cold, informing me that I lack the

e rings on the table.

hand moves of its own accord; I tap t

speaker, warm and affectionate,

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visceral nause

ul son's sacred protection medallion. She had lifted Leo's gold

kground of the call, a sickeningly sweet c

he older woman says. "Thank you for fina

yal can settle, the heavy oak doors at the

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Betraying The Queen: A Mafia Boss's Downfall

Xiao Xiaosu Mafia

“For seven years, I laundered blood money and managed a fortified estate for my Mafia Boss husband, Silas. I thought we were building a bulletproof life for our son, until a stranger at a luxury mall handed me a lavish baptism invitation. It was for my husband's newborn daughter, with a civilian woman named Valentina. He hadn't been on dangerous Syndicate business trips; he had been living a painstakingly constructed double life for six years. He funneled millions in Mafia tribute to fund her storybook lifestyle, showering her with authentic diamonds while forcing me to wear cheap counterfeits to "avoid IRS audits." The final blow came when I saw the baby's wrist. My in-laws had stolen the sacred gold protection medallion I had custom-made for my miscarried twin daughters, gifting it to this illegitimate child. I had sacrificed my soul, my safety, and my unborn babies to protect his underground empire, only to realize my entire marriage was a fraud. But I am a Mafia Queen, and I do not weep in the shadows. I took the invitation, put on my best heels, and walked straight onto the brightly lit stage of their extravagant hundred-day banquet. Grabbing the microphone in front of fifty ruthless Syndicate bosses and his clueless civilian in-laws, I looked down at my terrified husband. "Husband. Tell them. How many years have we been married?"”