The Civilian Bride Is The Underworld Boss

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On the night I was to consummate my vows with the heir to the Vitiello mafia empire, his childhood sweetheart tipped a pail of hissing cockroaches into my bathwater. My new husband, Cassius, just stood in the doorway, arranging a wager with his soldiers on the exact minute my mind would splinter. He coldly announced that our marriage certificate was a forgery, and that a bloodless civilian like me could never sit beside him. "You are only a pretty distraction, a temporary toy meant to be passed around my loyal men," he sneered. Bianca slapped me across the face, her diamond ring drawing blood, before ordering the men to dump a massive glass jar of hundreds of frenzied roaches into the tub. The soldiers surged forward like starving animals, leering at my exposed, wet body, ready to drag me out and tear me apart. Cassius merely smoked his cigar, fully sanctioning my violation and telling me to curse my own low birth. I stared at the man I had expended every hidden connection and resource to keep alive during the bloody succession wars. I had given him everything to secure his seat, only to be discarded the second I outlived my usefulness. They thought I was just a fragile canary with no moves left on the board. They didn't know I was the hidden Boss of the Romano Famiglia, the ruthless Don who controlled the entire Eastern Seaboard. I wiped the dirty bathwater from my face, shed my civilian disguise, and gave the kill order to my tactical strike team waiting in the shadows.