Remarried To The Ruthless Mafia King

I found the instruction manual for my own abandonment on a dark web forum while my husband scrubbed the scent of another woman from his skin in the bathroom.

The thread was titled "Burden Disposal Strategies."

The user, RatKing88, asked a simple question:

"How do I dump a loyal wife without triggering a war with the old guard? My parents love her more than me."

The replies were brutal. They suggested faking a dangerous mission, forcing a paper divorce for 'asset protection,' and then disappearing with the cash.

Moments later, Luca walked out of the bathroom smelling of cheap vanilla perfume and panic.

He grabbed my hands, his palms sweating, and spun a clumsy lie about a "Code Red" mission in Sicily.

"It is going to be a bloodbath, Sienna," he whispered, his eyes wide with manic energy. "We need to divorce on paper. It is the only way to protect you from the vendettas."

I felt a cold rage settle in my gut.

He wasn't a soldier going to war. He was a rat running off with his mistress and the family savings, leaving his stroke-ridden father and our daughter with nothing.

He planned to wait for his parents to die so he could return for the inheritance.

He thought I was just a naive, caged canary who would wait forever.

But he forgot that canaries are the first to smell poison in the air.

I didn't scream. I didn't expose him.

Instead, I looked him in the eye with carefully manufactured sorrow and signed the papers.

He thought he was escaping to freedom with a bag full of stolen cash.

He didn't realize he had just voluntarily abdicated his throne.

And I was going to take it.

Chapter 1

Sienna POV

I found the instruction manual for my own abandonment on a dark web forum while my husband scrubbed the scent of another woman from his skin in the en-suite bathroom.

The spectral blue light of the laptop screen was the only thing cutting through the darkness of the master bedroom.

I was not supposed to be here.

I was supposed to be the dutiful wife, the caged canary of the Vitiello family, asleep and oblivious.

But canaries are sensitive to poison in the air.

I scrolled down the thread titled “Burden Disposal Strategies.”

The original poster, User ID RatKing88, had asked a simple question.

How do I dump a loyal wife without triggering a war with the old guard? My parents love her more than me.

The replies were brutal.

Fake a Code Red mission, one user suggested. Tell her it is for her safety. Force a paper divorce to protect assets from the Feds. Then leave the country.

Live like a king in Europe, another wrote. Let the wife rot at home serving your parents. She will wait forever if she is stupid enough.

My stomach turned.

It felt like a physical blow, a fist twisting violently inside my gut.

Then, I heard the bathroom door