Beneath the Roses: A Mafia’s Wife

Marco’s face hardens. “Sofia is my secretary. You know that!”

I laugh, the sound bitter and hollow. “Your secretary? Do you think I’m blind and deaf? What are those moans over phone calls, hickey on your shoulder, nails digging marks...”

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At midnight, Isabella DeLuca sits alone among a sea of crimson roses, a stark reminder of her estranged husband, Marco. On what should have been their fifth wedding anniversary, Marco’s cold acceptance of her divorce request shatters her hopes.