Reclaiming The Crown From My Ex-Husband

Author: Roseanautora

Chapter 1

Word Count: 816 | Released on: 17/08/2026

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ierced my vision. I reached up to smooth the lapel of my suit and

me for ten years vanished

the podium, his cold and stern

f his early years rising to power through bloody slaughte

your underground network is now the largest in New York. In

was my grandfather who personally placed the crown on his

hone, an arrogant curve lifting

still straightened my spine, stood up, and loo

er. He didn't nod, only his jaw tightened dan

hed open the oak doors of the VIP lounge. Salvator

asked, forcing my

r to me. "Stop making a fuss, Serena. She's just an inspiration, a

ing against the floor. "You gave the credit to a street out

built this network with my own hands, Serena. Your grandfather m

holding the glass; he was wear

ng, Salvatore?"

t it at the penthouse. Stop your baseless suspicions. We h

th at the family's underground restaurant, the

porcelain plate and set it in

I was severely allergic to shellfish. Even a tiny bit wo

ck in his leather chai

te and stared at his face. "I'm al

ou need a reminder of who calls the shots. Eat it, Serena. Otherwise, I will make sure y

he was utterly trampling on my dignity. But I could only grip the silve

faction. He stood up and tossed down a roll of cash. "I

ay, my throat began to burn violently, and my airway rapidly constricted.

en he saw me covered in c

to the side, the edges of my visi

h the suffocating tightness. "If this dish ever appears

ed out my emergency epinephrine auto-injector and jammed it into my thigh without hesitation. The intense rush of m

old thought surface

ecting me; he was trying to er

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Reclaiming The Crown From My Ex-Husband

Roseanautora Mafia

“I am Serena Vitiello. My family's bloodline was the shield that allowed my husband, Salvatore, to become an untouchable mafia boss. However, at the national syndicate summit, he actually claimed his power was all thanks to his mistress, Chiara. He even took off my heavy family gold signet ring and slipped it onto her finger. To completely break my spirit, he intentionally forced me to eat a plate of scallops, knowing full well I was allergic. He watched coldly as my throat swelled until I couldn't breathe. When I confronted that mistress at the headquarters, Salvatore actually slapped me hard to the ground in front of my loyal soldiers. What was even more outrageous was that Chiara took a forged ultrasound report, claiming she was pregnant with Salvatore's heir. This shock was too much for my grandfather's heart to bear, ultimately triggering a fatal heart attack. "Let's go, we have another party to attend." Salvatore said to her with a smile, turning away without even glancing at the flatline on my grandfather's heart monitor. He thought I was just a broken, submissive wife who would quietly give up my crown. He naively believed he had built this empire all by himself, forgetting that all these years, I was the one secretly using my family's fortune to cover his millions of dollars in losses. I was the one who bought off those judges to keep his business running for a decade. So, when he slammed the divorce papers on the table, demanding that I transfer all the family's territories to him, I lowered my head and signed. He couldn't wait to snatch the pen and excitedly signed his name on the agreement, completely unaware that he had just legally taken over eighty million dollars of cartel debt. Meanwhile, I had already transferred all the clean money under my name.”