The Civilian Bride Is The Underworld Boss

Chapter 2

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elocity of the turn, and the resulting splash of wate

racturing as I asked him what hi

st the doorframe, a cruel, unfamiliar smi

that our entire marri

wl that a civilian with no mafia bloodlin

pretty distraction, a creature kept

ius added his voice to the chorus, hi

e was the true, rightful futur

l marriage would seal an ironclad alliance between

ent quiet

ed every resource, every hidden connection, and every ounce of my

if he had used my devotion only to secure his seat as the heir,

me as if I were a

remorse in his expr

red my

s faces distorted in the steam, becoming grotesque caricatures from a si

e water where the leering men could not see. My wet thumb hovered over the glass as I prepared

fted, it revealed the motion of

inting with venom as she branded me a pathetic mistress

reening in her pe

generously offered to let me remain in

woman of my low station was meant to be

if it had been c

tly manicured finger at the bathwater and announcing with

e, two more large cockroaches dropped

, obscene splash in the

e itself fro

y spine struck the cold porc

urning with unshed te

al, desperate

st hand me a robe so I could leave wi

tantly ignore

ld consider it an honor to breathe the sa

med to flip a switch in th

associates gr

pen threats of physical violence, and they began to pres

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Emma Mafia

“On the night I was to consummate my vows with the heir to the Vitiello mafia empire, his childhood sweetheart tipped a pail of hissing cockroaches into my bathwater. My new husband, Cassius, just stood in the doorway, arranging a wager with his soldiers on the exact minute my mind would splinter. He coldly announced that our marriage certificate was a forgery, and that a bloodless civilian like me could never sit beside him. "You are only a pretty distraction, a temporary toy meant to be passed around my loyal men," he sneered. Bianca slapped me across the face, her diamond ring drawing blood, before ordering the men to dump a massive glass jar of hundreds of frenzied roaches into the tub. The soldiers surged forward like starving animals, leering at my exposed, wet body, ready to drag me out and tear me apart. Cassius merely smoked his cigar, fully sanctioning my violation and telling me to curse my own low birth. I stared at the man I had expended every hidden connection and resource to keep alive during the bloody succession wars. I had given him everything to secure his seat, only to be discarded the second I outlived my usefulness. They thought I was just a fragile canary with no moves left on the board. They didn't know I was the hidden Boss of the Romano Famiglia, the ruthless Don who controlled the entire Eastern Seaboard. I wiped the dirty bathwater from my face, shed my civilian disguise, and gave the kill order to my tactical strike team waiting in the shadows.”