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Mafia Wife's Revenge: Unleashing My Fury

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 562    |    Released on: 22/10/2025

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suitcase. A few changes of simple, untraceable clothes. A book.

rd and Eleanor, were at the breakfast table

rip," I announced, the lie coating my tongue

que, false brightness. "Oh, darling,

cup of tea in her favorite china. "A special calming ble

tell-tale scent of bitter almonds

, the warm liquid a final, poisonous gift from the woman who gave me lif

eel a litt

r thing," my mother cooed, helping me to a chair. "You've been

his shoulder, looking up at them through my lashes. "Are you sorry?" I asked, my voice

d, his voice thick with false sincerity. "Bu

I vomited until only bitter bile remained, my body convulsing with the effort of expelling their poison.

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ieved a single, immacu

nstructions were precise. Deliver the package to the VIP suite at t

. Ivan

and my parents. They walked through the private entrance, a perfect, happy family. Leo rode on Ivan's shoulders, his laughter c

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. Then I blocked every number in my old phone's contacts, wiped it clean of al

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Mafia Wife's Revenge: Unleashing My Fury
Mafia Wife's Revenge: Unleashing My Fury
“For five years, I lived a beautiful lie. I was Aliana Hughes, the cherished wife of the city's most feared Mafia Capo and the beloved daughter of the Don. I believed my arranged marriage had blossomed into love. On my birthday, my husband promised me the amusement park. Instead, I found him there with his other family, celebrating the fifth birthday of the son I never knew he had. I overheard their plan. My husband called me a "naive fool," a placeholder to legitimize his secret son. The ultimate betrayal wasn't his affair, but the sight of my own father's car parked across the street. My family wasn't just aware; they were the architects of my ruin. Back home, I found the proof: a secret photo album of my husband's other family posing with my parents, and records showing my father had bankrolled the entire deception. They had even drugged me on weekends so he could play happy family. The grief didn't break me. It turned into something cold and sharp. I was a ghost in a life that was never mine, and a ghost has nothing to lose. I copied every damning file onto a USB drive. As they celebrated their perfect day, I sent a courier with my parting gift: a recording of their treachery. While their world burned, I walked toward the airport, ready to erase myself and start over.”
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