My Cruel Ex-Husband Demands A Remarriage

I spun the dial on the hidden wall safe, expecting to find the Glock 19 Aiden insisted I keep.

Instead, I found a ledger proving my husband, the Mafia's most feared Enforcer, was funding a secret family with my dead father's money.

For seven years, I had been his obedient doll. I cleaned the blood off his knuckles and justified his violence.

But the ledger showed he had siphoned my entire inheritance into a trust for a child he had with his brother's wife.

When I tried to leave, his mistress framed me as a spy.

Aiden didn't ask for proof. He didn't hesitate.

He dragged me to a damp warehouse, hooded me, and beat me until my ribs cracked.

He left me to rot in the dark, ignoring the diamond bracelet on my wrist—the very one he had gifted me the day before as a symbol of his "ownership."

He thought he had broken me. He thought I would die in that basement, a silent collateral of his rage.

But he made a fatal mistake. He left me alive.

I escaped through a ventilation grate and ran straight to the one man Aiden feared most: his sworn enemy, Jensen Levy.

"Make me a weapon," I told him.

Two years later, I walked back into Aiden's office.

Not as his battered wife, but as the CEO of the corporation that had just bought his empire's debt.

He looked at me with horror, realizing the ghost he created had come back to burn him down.

"Hello, Aiden," I said, pressing a high-voltage tactical pen against his chest.

"You're trespassing."