Beneath the Mafia Crown

I stared at the black lace panties in my hand, momentarily frozen.

Today was our wedding anniversary.

Viktor had told me he rented out the entire beachfront hotel so we could celebrate alone.

The sound of running water stopped.

Viktor stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets sliding down the hard lines of his chest. Even after all these years, he still carried that dangerous, intoxicating presence that made people instinctively look at him twice.

He walked toward me with the warm smile a husband should have on an anniversary night.

I threw the panties at him.

"What is this?"

The lace fabric fell onto the carpet.

For the briefest second, Viktor's gaze darkened. Then his expression returned to normal as if nothing had happened.

He smiled and pulled me into his arms, resting his chin lightly on top of my head.

"The hotel staff must've missed it while cleaning. Don't let something this disgusting ruin our anniversary."

I pushed him away and reached for the room phone.

"I'm calling the hotel manager."

His hand immediately closed around my wrist, firm enough to stop me.

"Bella, I'll handle it. You don't need to worry about something so trivial."

Then he buttoned his shirt and left the suite.

I sat on the edge of the bed, bored and restless, scrolling through Instagram on my phone.

The algorithm pushed a new post onto my feed.

It was from Mia, Viktor's half-sister.

In the photo, she was posing provocatively in a pair of black lace panties. The caption read:

'Lost my favorite lace panties. So sad~ Every time I wear them, my boyfriend makes me feel amazing.'

Below the post, an anonymous account had commented:

[Don't be sad, baby. They're with me.]

My fingers tightened around the phone as I enlarged the photo.

The design. The lace pattern.

They were identical to the pair I had just found tangled in our bed sheets.

I zoomed in further on the background.

Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows stretched a crescent-shaped shoreline that matched the exact view outside the presidential suite I was staying in.

My fingers froze over the screen.

Just as I was about to scroll through more of Mia's posts, the suite door opened.

Viktor walked back in holding a blue velvet box.

"Babe, those panties were part of some ridiculous complimentary gift the hotel prepared for VIP guests. Since you didn't like them, I threw them away."

He picked the panties up from the carpet and casually tossed them into the trash.

The movement was smooth. Natural.

If I had not noticed the white stain on the fabric earlier, I might actually have believed his lie.

Viktor did not notice the change in my expression. He opened the velvet box, revealing a diamond necklace inside.

"I had this custom made for you by Julian Pereira."

Julian Pereira was my favorite jewelry designer. I had only mentioned him once at an auction years ago, yet Viktor still remembered.

"Happy anniversary, Bella."

I looked at the necklace and felt nothing but disgust.

He was just about to fasten it around my neck when his phone rang.

Caller ID: Mia.

Viktor rejected the call immediately.

A second later, the phone rang again.

He declined it once more, then shut his phone off completely.

"Try it on."

His voice remained gentle as he picked the necklace back up.

Then my phone rang.

Caller ID: Mia.

Viktor's expression stiffened for a split second, panic flashing across his eyes.

I picked up the phone and answered the call.