Divorcing My Queen Cost Me An Empire

For sixteen years, I was the naive, pliant wife to Dante Moretti, a ruthless Mafia Capo.

I funded his empire with my hidden family wealth. I endured his affairs. His family treated me like a fool in silk.

But at his mother's sixtieth birthday gala, Dante threw an annulment decree at my feet—standing beside his new mistress, a rival mafia princess. His mother wore my late mother's stolen diamonds around her neck. He declared I was too weak to be a Capo's wife, and if I tried to take my daughter, his guards would carry me out in a body bag.

The entire Syndicate watched. Every Capo. Every soldier. They were waiting for the soft, useless wife to fall to her knees and beg.

They thought I only knew how to pick out silk curtains.

They didn't know my family's blood money was the only thing keeping their empire from bleeding out.

I didn't cry.

I smiled. Picked up the annulment papers. Turned my back to the crowd. And signaled the soldiers I had embedded in his guard for years.

"Begin the audit. Strip them bare."