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Divorcing The Don: Rise Of The Queen

Divorcing The Don: Rise Of The Queen

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1345    |    Released on: Today at 19:54

e city's most ruthless Mafia Don, enduring hi

protégé lit up my phone

tic pet into my dead c

ly shattered a crystal glass just because my finger

of the hardened Capos, threatening to destroy my

n discovered the

rs ago, causing my agonizing miscarriage. And when faced with the und

ren civilian who would swallow her gri

ven Syndicate-the untouchable shadow board that

our child's memory to an inconveni

rriage," I ordered my men. "We are bur

pte

ra

ith a text from my husband's new protégé: I am moving

ness settled

ing my dead child with an animal, I blindly handed Dant

s brushed

e hurled the glass I had just touche

s way since our wedding night-when his hands trembled as he touched my skin, and he whispered that he could not bear to taint me wi

the tumbler echoed off

uming the amber liquid and

t the only sound was the hiss of amber

most hardened Capos

orks and stared at the dark

a man who had painted the stree

ith the same casual air he might use to consult his wa

ard the dull grind of his molars, and a v

from his tailored suit pocket and wiped

s if my touch w

his p

ot consume anything that was not exclusively his, any

is wife of

p of ash that had f

mile and addressed the

arding his glassware," I said, my voice st

continue

d not lo

led handkerchief onto hi

sa, pushed he

against the marble floor with

s trembling as she clu

whispered, her voice cracking u

r bloodline. She forgets her place

d at my

permanent stoop in her shoulders from

nausea was

lly shifte

ind of blank detachment a person

said, his voice a low, smooth b

tion," a woman seated

rm

arch of t

y, the diamonds on her fingers

rdered. "You are ruining th

hispered apology after apology

my empty han

as

ed motorcar was a descent

he city lights, leaving us in a

lit up in

text from

o not want you to bow your h

urned a hot tra

reen and shoved

g at his tablet, reviewing

he dinner," he said

n automated announcement r

stop blowing family business out

to look at his im

er our marriag

n the screen for a

iped to th

s in twenty minutes," he said, his

through the wrought-iron ga

, Dante stepped out and wal

im up the gr

t go to h

orridor and stopped in fr

ad been locked

my baby was sup

r was w

aking a picture of an expensive velvet pet

I asked, stepping into the doorway. The pretense

his phone and

smoothly. "She wanted to ensure the cli

stopped

I asked, my voice dropping to a whisper, thin and sharp as a shard of glas

ng to me, his expression one

ot be in here

nvenience, and her cat was the priority. In that moment, somethin

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Divorcing The Don: Rise Of The Queen
Divorcing The Don: Rise Of The Queen
“For seven years, I was the dutiful wife of the city's most ruthless Mafia Don, enduring his coldness and his family's constant disdain. Until a text from his new protégé lit up my phone during a syndicate dinner. She was moving her exotic pet into my dead child's locked nursery. When I confronted him, Dante didn't care. He publicly shattered a crystal glass just because my fingers had brushed it, treating my touch like a contagion. His mother mocked my inferior bloodline in front of the hardened Capos, threatening to destroy my mother's diner if I didn't submit to the protégé. Even worse, I soon discovered the devastating truth. This very protégé had tampered with my pregnancy medication three years ago, causing my agonizing miscarriage. And when faced with the undeniable evidence, Dante still chose to protect her over our dead heir. He thought I was just a powerless, barren civilian who would swallow her grief and bow to his mafia empire forever. He didn't know I was actually the Boss of the Haven Syndicate-the untouchable shadow board that controlled the lifelines of his entire operation. I stared at the man who had reduced our child's memory to an inconvenience, and calmly pulled out my phone. "Initiate the formal severing of my marriage," I ordered my men. "We are burning his whole operation to the ground."”