Enchanting the Mafia Heir

"Happy birthday, Galvan!"

The crisp clashing of champagne glasses rose and fell in my penthouse.

I smiled as I looked at my husband. He was surrounded in the center by a group of men in suits and ties, each complimenting his "promising future". He had climbed the ranks to become a mid-level member of the Falcone family, the largest mafia, with hopes of becoming a capo.

The upper-class elites of Kavrion gathered together, along with hidden family members.

"Marisa, you really married the right person. I heard that Galvan is going to be promoted soon." The wife of a jeweler came close to me.

I nodded gracefully and picked up the champagne to take a small sip. As a world-class art connoisseur, such social occasions were all too familiar to me.

"Indeed, Galvan is very talented," I replied politely, but deep down I was tired of these compliments.

"Honey, come here for a moment." Galvan waved at me with a smug smile. He wore the suit I had custom-made for him tonight. His silver cufflinks shone beneath the crystal chandelier.

I walked toward him and habitually adjusted his tie. "What's the matter?"

He put his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, "Nothing. I just want you to meet high-society elites with me."

I reached out to adjust his cufflinks. The moment my fingers touched a cufflink, a violent dizziness hit me, as if an electric current passed through my brain.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice echoed in my mind. 'Tracy's body is irresistible. Those long legs and that waist are so much better than that icy Marisa.'

I jerked my head up to look at Galvan. He was smiling gently at me as if those lewd thoughts had never existed.

Tracy was one of his female employees. He... What was this? A hallucination?

Galvan thought, 'Hopefully, Marisa didn't notice the bloodstains on my cufflinks. That idiot last night deserved it.'

My heart pounded as I forced myself to maintain a calm facade. Were these voices... Galvan's inner monologue?

I looked around the living room, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Suddenly, more voices flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

'Galvan's a freeloader. If it weren't for his rich wife, Marisa, supporting him, what would he be? Just a nobody in the family.'

'Marisa's art collection is so enviable. If only I could get my hands on them.'

'The lobsters tonight aren't fresh enough, but who dares complain?'

'How much did this party cost? Marisa's art business must be doing very well.'

I could hear everyone's thoughts! This supernatural ability both shocked and excited me. Behind everyone's smiles lay all sorts of secrets and malice.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar thought entered my mind.

Reuben, Tracy's boyfriend, who was a low-level driver working odd jobs for the family. He wore an ordinary black suit, making him look out of place. Most customers ignored him as if he were invisible.

When I focused on listening to his thoughts, what I heard shocked me the most!

'How am I supposed to explain to Tracy that I'm the heir to the Falcone family? Father's test is almost over. It's time to wrap things up!' Reuben wondered.

'What? This seemingly unremarkable man is the heir to the most powerful mafia family?' I thought as I turned to Tracy, who was standing next to Reuben.

The moment our eyes met, Tracy's thoughts made my blood almost freeze. 'Marisa doesn't know. What a stupid woman. Galvan and I have slept together countless times.

'That penniless Reuben's birthday present is an insult. A stupid wooden bird? He'll always be a low life. I've had enough of poverty.

'Galvan says he'll be a capo soon. I'll be the woman of a high-ranking mafia member soon. He said he loathes Marisa anyway. I'll have everything I want. As for that good-for-nothing Reuben, I've had enough of his pennilessness.'

I gripped the champagne glass tightly, my knuckles turning white. I always thought Galvan loved me and that our marriage was based on love.

'Tonight is the best opportunity. I'm going to break up with that peasant and throw myself into Galvan's arms.'

How interesting. She could not recognize a pearl in a haystack. If she knew Reuben was the heir to a mafia family, I wondered what her expression would be.

'He wouldn't dare to resist anyway. What can a lowly driver do?' Tracy pondered as she finally made up her mind.