A Deadly Divorce

This was the sixth time Dante Falcone had slammed that damned divorce agreement down in front of me, forcing me to sign.

This time, I did not resist.

He set down the pen. In that instant, a suffocating silence filled the room. His deep brown eyes locked onto me, sharp and probing, as if he were trying to see straight through my soul.

"Why so obedient this time, Sofia? Or are you planning another trick? Don't forget who you are. Mrs. Falcone."

I removed the ruby ring that symbolized the mistress of the family, the one he had placed on my finger when he proposed to me in Sicily. I set it gently on the desk, a surface stained with both blood and money. My voice was calm, lifeless.

"No, Dante. I'm just... tired. Your world is too loud."

A long silence followed.

Dante Falcone closed the folder and leaned back, his body sinking into the expensive Italian leather chair behind his desk. He picked up a pair of scissors, clipped open a Cuban cigar, and lit it with unhurried precision. Smoke curled through the air, obscuring his expression, leaving it unreadable.

"It’s not actually that urgent," he said at last. "Even though you’ve signed, the lawyers are still dealing with the trust fund split. It’s complicated. Until the judge signs the Final Judgment of Dissolution, legally speaking, you’re still my wife."

He exhaled a slow stream of smoke.

"The main issue is Olivia. She’s about to run for chair of the Falcone Charity Foundation. That foundation is key to cleaning up our image in New York City.

"You keep showing up at Massachusetts General Hospital, causing scenes. You disrupt her fundraising galas. It embarrasses the family. A few of the old men on the board are very unhappy about it."

I did not respond. I simply held the pen and signed the agreement, stroke by stroke, with the name "Sofia Rossi".

My real name.

When I finished, I looked up and met the gaze of the Don who ruled Boston’s underworld.

"Don’t worry," I said. "I won’t do it again."

Dante’s fingers paused slightly around the cigar. Smoke blurred his handsome yet ruthless face. After a moment, he straightened, his tone carrying a faint trace of irritation layered with threat.

"Good. It’d better stay that way."

"Otherwise..." He smiled thinly. "You know what happens to people who go against the family, Sofia. In this house, no one can hear you scream."

My body shuddered before I could stop it.

The last time he forced a divorce on me, I completely fell apart.

I released the evidence of Olivia Ricci stealing my laboratory data on Twitter and Reddit. The screenshots clearly showed that her research on a new opioid drug, published in The Lancet, had copied the core data directly from my notes from two years earlier.

And the result?

Dante mobilized the family’s legal team and sued me in Boston Federal Court for theft of trade secrets and federal