Betrayed By The Queen: A Don's Revenge

I washed my hands of blood and gave up my undisputed underworld throne to build my wife, Lucia, a pristine corporate empire.

But tonight, I caught her male secretary breaking into my encrypted mafia files.

Instead of punishing the rat for breaching Omertà, Lucia shielded him behind her back and demanded I apologize to him.

"You are acting like a street thug, not a husband."

She called my mafia heritage a toxic paranoia and threatened to freeze my access to the very accounts I created.