By My Rules

My name is Violet. I was the consigliere to the Leon mafia family in New York, the woman who drafted every rule in this underworld. Yet Drake Leon, the man I held close for a decade, was now defying them all.

The Godfather’s winter banquet was the most exclusive event in New York’s underworld. Anyone seated at the main table held the power of life and death over half the city, and the seat to the right of the head chair—the one that should have been mine—was now occupied by a girl in an out-of-place white dress.

Her name was Lina. One of her hands rested lightly over her still-flat stomach, and around her neck hung the blue diamond necklace I spent three full years searching for—my mother’s keepsake. She looked up at me and smiled, innocent and vicious all at once, like a songbird that’s just learned how to lift its head.

“Consigliere, I heard this necklace used to belong to you?” Her fingers traced the diamond. Each word she spoke was malicious. “But Drake said… old things should always have a new owner.”

The entire hall fell silent. Every eye turned to me. Some were curious, some were sympathetic, and others were waiting to watch me lose control. Instead, I ignored Lina and lifted my gaze to the man sitting beside her, Drake.

Ten years ago, he had crawled to me through the cold rain in Brooklyn, covered in blood, begging to live like a stray dog on its last breath. I gave him a name. I gave him a gun, and I gave him the Manhattan port. Step by step, I placed him on the throne he sat on now. Yet, at this moment, he looked at me without a single word of explanation. He didn’t even tell Lina to shut up.

That was when I understood. This wasn’t some passing affair; this was a test he planned long ago. He wanted to see if I’d lose my mind out of jealousy, if I’d back down because of our ten-year relationship, and if I’d give him a legitimate reason to drag me down from power.

I set my wine glass down. The soft clink of glass against the table echoed through the silent hall, and for a brief moment, even the air seemed to freeze.

Drake’s fingers clenched slightly. I could tell that he was waiting for me to snap. Alas, after ten years, he still didn’t seem to understand me. In my life, the one thing I had always had was the ability to be ruthless.

Without saying a single word, I stood and left. The moment I turned my back, whispers exploded behind me, but I didn’t look back once.

That very night, the hospital’s pathology report was delivered to my study. Lina was suffering from abdominal pain and bleeding, and the child didn’t make it through.

My right-hand man stood across the desk, his voice low. “Ma’am, should we dispose of it?”

I stared at the report for a long time. My fingers traced the words ‘early pregnancy termination’ printed on the page. Then, slowly, I folded the document myself. Along with the fetus Drake had treated like a treasure, I placed everything into a velvet gift box.

I didn’t care whether the child was his. What I cared about was the nerve he had to bring that woman to me and humiliate me.

“Send this to Drake’s new estate.” I looked up at my right-hand man, a cold smile curling at my lips. “I know he’ll come.”

It was just like ten years ago, when he had crawled to me, desperate to live. This time, he’d come just as desperately, ready to lose his mind right in front of me.