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The Abused Wife Is A Mafia Heiress

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 503    |    Released on: 26/05/2026

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turned her head slightly, her gaze traveli

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father call her name. "Sophia!" The sin

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carried the cloying scent of cheap perfume faili

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droom. She opened the locked bottom drawer and pulled out a thic

mething fierce and certain. "We're going to live

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ght. The next morning, we were packing our suitca

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hinges. His face was twisted into somethin

ded on the luggage. On my mother's calm

eavy arc. The crack of flesh against fl

itting the words at her. "She was assaulted

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The Abused Wife Is A Mafia Heiress
The Abused Wife Is A Mafia Heiress
“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."”