The Abused Wife Is A Mafia Heiress

Chapter 4

Word Count: 589 | Released on: 26/05/2026

e force of the blow, her hand risin

cower. She looked him right in t

nking her toward the door, his other hand closing around

he coarse concrete. The pain stung sharp and hot, but I

k of his SUV and drove li

cramped room. Elena lay on the bed, hair a wild mess, skin mapped with dark bruises. The se

is voice rattling the windowpane

s filth on his shoe. "Just l

tall. "I was at

t the door. His enforcers dragged in three bruised and batt

inting a shaking, bloodied finger at my

ther, shielding her with my own body. "You're lying!" I cried,

nd foul blocking your path. Slowly, he drew a silk handkerchief from his pocket and

to protect h

came out cold and casual. "Drag Sophia

mother's arms, my father cross

hem, his voice dripping with cruelty. "It w

horror. She shoved me violently away from

gh thumb wedged itself between my jawbone and nec

" he co

e men dragged my struggling

mall fists against the heavy wood until my knuckles split. I

hall, ignoring me completely. He was gen

muffled thuds. Then a piercing, agoniz

art s

ised face pale with panic. "She's dead!" he yelled, gas

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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."”