No Forgiveness For The Ruthless Mafia Don

“Prologue At our third-anniversary party, my husband's childhood sweetheart, Livia, pushed me into the pool. I had been terrified of water all my life, and the life ring was drifting just in front of my hand. And then Livia reached out and pulled it away, hugging it to her chest, while my husband Dante lifted his phone and started recording. Dante did not even look down. "Don't be ridiculous," he said. "The water's barely two meters deep, and you took that diving course last year." And so I was left alone in that black, freezing water, punishment for being "disobedient" in his eyes. What he did not know was that I was already carrying his child. He did not know yet what he had done. I, long since peeled free of my flesh, was floating quietly above his head, watching him. This time, all that was left in me was a dead, flat silence. To stand aside and watch him drown, step by step, in the hell he had built with his own hands - that was the only thing I wanted.”