Eight Years of Leeching,One Night of Revenge

For eight years, I bankrolled my fiancé's rise from a slum nobody to a feared Mafia Capo.

But at our infant daughter's banquet, I found a torn condom wrapper and a love note from him inside the bag of the "innocent" college student I sponsored.

Instead of explaining himself, Lucian and his mother publicly humiliated me for failing to bear a son.

They moved the student into my multi-million-dollar penthouse and let her steal my mother's gold bars.

Worse, to assert dominance, she nearly killed my baby by leaving her naked in a freezing bathtub.

When I rushed my blue, shivering daughter to the hospital and returned for my things, Lucian locked me out of my own home.

"You're a low-born orphan who never deserved a Made Man," he sneered, claiming my entire empire as his own.

"I'm keeping everything. She's going to give me a true male heir."

I had sacrificed my youth to pay off his blood debts, only to be thrown out like garbage so a fraud could take my place.

But they forgot one crucial detail.

I was the one who funded his private medical exams.

Standing in the hallway, I smiled, pulled out my phone, and sent the undeniable proof of his absolute sterility to every boss in the syndicate.