My Foolish Husband's Regret Comes Late

For three years, I secretly used my hidden network of connections to build my husband's pathetic mafia syndicate into the absolute pinnacle of this city.

Tonight was supposed to be the birthday dinner where I planned to finally reveal my true identity to him.

Instead, Cassio left me all alone in that high-end restaurant and froze every single one of my accounts.

Hours later, he returned with his mistress Lola and a group of heavily armed men.

"You have nothing. No power, no money. You are completely worthless," Lola sneered triumphantly, viciously smashing a bottle of vintage red wine at my feet before landing a hard punch to my jaw.

He announced to the roaring crowd of mobsters that I was being cast aside.

Then, he gave me a cruel ultimatum.

If I couldn't produce three hundred thousand dollars in thirty minutes, his men would strip me naked and throw me out onto the street, leaving me to be publicly humiliated for the entire city to see.

Those sleazy capos closed in on me, staring with the greedy eyes of predators sizing up their prey.

Looking at the man I had married out of genuine love, I finally understood that our wedding vows were nothing but a carefully calculated experiment to him.

He truly believed I was just a helpless, penniless woman whom he could trample on at will just to please his mistress.

He had no idea that I was Serena Falcone, the legendary heiress of the most cold-blooded mafia family on the East Coast.

When the countdown ended and his men reached out to tear my dress, I calmly picked up a phone and summoned my real family.

It was time to burn his entire empire to the ground!