A Mafia Wife’s Wrath

Everyone knew I, Isabella Marino, was Vince Moretti's greatest weakness—the one thing the mafia boss would never tolerate being touched.

Years ago, when I was kidnapped, Vince disarmed himself at gunpoint, risking death to get me back, even paying his entire fortune for my ransom. To keep me from harm, he walked a razor's edge, navigating danger at every turn.

After I got pregnant, he waited on me hand and foot, barely letting my feet touch the ground.

There were rumors that he kept a pampered mistress outside—some woman he spoiled rotten. I never believed them.

But then she flaunted herself in front of me. To beg for my forgiveness, Vince cut off his own finger.

The next day, that woman slapped her pregnancy test results in my face, sneering, "Vince wanted a baby with me so badly, he just couldn't help himself!"

I was already frail. The shock and rage sent me into a miscarriage.

"Vince just had to have a baby with me," Sophia Castellano said, her voice syrupy and smug. "He couldn't get enough of me last night. The pregnancy test results are out, and guess what?"

I stared at the fresh bruise blooming along her neck and the pregnancy test results she waved in front of my face. It felt like Vince Moretti had stabbed me from behind.

This wasn't her first time showing up. Yesterday was the first.

She came to me with a video—her and Vince tangled together—and tossed a black-gold credit card onto the table like it meant nothing.

Then she draped herself across a lounge chair, tilted her sunglasses down just enough to look at me with disdain. "No wonder Vince's not in love with you anymore," she sneered. "You're all used up. There's a million on that card. Take it and leave him."

Then came the declaration. "Honestly, he doesn't love you anymore. I didn't have to come, but Vince wants to give me a wedding. That means you two need to get divorced."

I almost laughed at that.

We needed to get divorced? Did Vince even know about this?

"Does Vince know you came to talk to me?" I asked, watching her casually.

She lifted her chin, confident that her place in Vince's heart was unshakable. Then she called him.

"Vince, come over, would you? There's a woman here you need to deal with."

Vince did come. Quickly, too. That much was true.

But the moment he saw me, his expression froze.

Sophia didn't notice. Or maybe she didn't care. Proud of her ability to summon him, she picked up a cup of hot tea from the table and poured it over my head.

I gave her a cold laugh. "Who gave you the guts to provoke me?"

The next moment, Vince stormed forward.

Sophia thought he was there to back her up. She smiled at him, right until he grabbed her by the hair and kicked her, again and again.

She couldn't even straighten up. Her face twisted with