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Jilted Wife? I Am The Underworld Boss

Jilted Wife? I Am The Underworld Boss

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 394    |    Released on: 11/06/2026

et, civilian husband, Simon, to guard my ancestral esta

n-dollar property was sold, only to find Simon cradling a

house and my husband, using a forged divorce agreement

e from misery, because no real ma

tossed my late father's sacred mafia relics into the mud, stomping on

ed that the man who once vowed to protect my home could steal my inh

s memory, my syndicate's armored convoy suddenly barricaded the

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real estate broker. The line of text in the preview shimmered on the screen, each letter a nail driven int

, the stone fastness my father had raised wit

h an iron fist, and when he died, he left me the keys to his legiti

ordinary man who had promised to guard my home while I spent my days out

h the gates. I had tr

ht out and did not pau

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Jilted Wife? I Am The Underworld Boss
Jilted Wife? I Am The Underworld Boss
“I am the head of the Bianco syndicate. I trusted my quiet, civilian husband, Simon, to guard my ancestral estate while I expanded our legitimate empire out of state. I rushed home after receiving an alert that my five-million-dollar property was sold, only to find Simon cradling a newborn baby with his mistress in my desecrated courtyard. The mistress, Rachel, smugly declared she now owned my house and my husband, using a forged divorce agreement and IDs Simon had secretly stolen from my private safe. "Simon divorcing you was an escape from misery, because no real man wants a cold machine in his bed." They played the victims for the live-streaming neighbors, and Rachel tossed my late father's sacred mafia relics into the mud, stomping on his photograph and laughing about melting his legacy for scrap metal. I stared at the pathetic coward I had married, sickened and bewildered that the man who once vowed to protect my home could steal my inheritance and casually destroy my bloodline's honor for a cheap affair. As the local police tried to arrest me for defending my father's memory, my syndicate's armored convoy suddenly barricaded the street, and I prepared to leave the traitors nothing but ashes.”