The Abused Wife Is A Mafia Heiress

Chapter 2

Word Count: 501 | Released on: 26/05/2026

estate into a hollow cavern. The air sat

ok hold of me. My ski

loth to my forehead while she dialed my father's burn

r the estate guards to stir. She hoisted me onto her back and marched into

ewhere, a wheelchair peeled across worn linoleum with a sticky, sucking sound.

r voice cut th

tside an examination room. Elena beside him.

mob doctor. "Yes, I'm acting as Leo's guardian," he co

in my stomach l

met my mother's. The three of us s

et and false. "Leo just had a little accident," she said, her

furniture. Instead, she raised her hand and

father's hand, charged forward,

My hip struck the linoleum with a

Leo yelled. "Stop tryi

apped her cheek with a theatrical crack. She collapsed

she wailed. "The boy d

found irritation. "Stop giving them at

osed. She began to swoon, her body

arranged itself into manufactured panic as he rushe

at me before ru

elped me to my feet. She turned her back on that examination room, and

ay, the doctor's voice dri

oretti. Elena is nearly

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“My mother sacrificed her youth, her secret Mafia Princess status, and her entire fortune to help my father rise to the rank of Capo. But in return, he flaunted his pregnant mistress and declared her unborn baby as his only true heir. When the mistress faked an assault and a miscarriage, my father blamed my mother without a second thought. He ordered his enforcers to drag her into a dark room, commanding them to violate her just like his rivals had done to her years ago. To escape the brutal humiliation, my mother jumped out of the second-floor window, her blood pooling on the cold concrete. My father looked down at her shattered body with utter disgust, claiming she was just playing dead to scare him. He didn't know that the mistress had framed her, and he didn't know the lost baby was never his. He also didn't know that my mother was not a helpless orphan, but the missing heir to the most powerful Syndicate in the country. Just as he slapped me across the face and demanded I kneel to his mistress, a fleet of armored SUVs slammed to a halt at the gates. The terrifying Don Rossi stepped out, staring at the blood on the ground and the red mark on my cheek. "We have been searching for our daughter for six years," the Don said, his voice like ice. "And I swear a brutal Vendetta against you."”