The Car Navigation Exposes the Don's Secret

Forty minutes later, I was parked outside a villa surrounded by a wall of roses."Congratulations! You have arrived at Victor and Mia's secret castle! Your trip is complete," the nav system announced cheerfully.Just as I was about to get out, I heard footsteps running toward the car.A young woman darted out of the villa, heading straight for my window."Victor, you're here already?" she said, tapping on the glass. Her voice had a playful pout in it. "I'm not even ready for you..."Then she saw me. Her face froze.I sized her up. Early twenties, long blonde hair.And her voice was the exact same one from the navigation system."Mrs. Ashford? What are you doing here?" She looked like a frightened little rabbit, but quickly calmed down and forced a shy smile.I raised an eyebrow. "You know who I am?"Mia nodded. "I'm Mia. A med student at Columbia. Mr. Ashford puts me through school, and... I've heard him mention you."My eyes were locked on her. "Is that so? Then why is his car's home

Victor came home the next morning while I was eating breakfast in the dining room.He looked tired. His tie was loose, and his shirt carried the faint scent of a perfume that wasn't mine."Morning, baby. Sorry I didn't make it back last night." He walked over and kissed my forehead. "A project at work blew up. I was stuck at the office all night."I fought back the urge to spit in his face. Without looking up, I kept cutting my eggs. "You must be exhausted.""Yeah. And I might have to head out again this afternoon. There's a big academic event over at Columbia." He watched my face for a reaction. "You know how important supporting education is to me."I finally looked up and smiled. "You're a good man, Victor. So civic-minded."He looked relieved and reached for my hand. "Having a wife like you, Felicity, is my greatest honor."I just smiled.At two p.m., the main auditorium at Columbia Medical School was packed.I arrived early and chose a seat in the back corner.Victor was in the fr

Victor never expected me to tear his whole charade to shreds. He was speechless.And just like that, the presentation ended in chaos.Victor, his face like thunder, grabbed a ghostly pale Mia and scrambled out of there. I walked out of the auditorium with the eyes of every student and professor on me—a mix of fear and respect.Back at the estate, I sat alone in the study, my fingers tracing the cool metal of a silver Beretta. It was my father's. Engraved on the side was the Corsican family crest: an eagle with its wings spread."Ma'am," Stella said, entering the room. "Victor's already making his move."I didn't look up. "Spit it out.""Half an hour ago, clips of you started circulating on the dark web. Chopped up to make you look bad. The headline is 'Nobel Prize Winner's Jealous Fury: Humiliates Innocent Student.'" Her voice was tight with anger. "There's also a forged shrink's report saying you have paranoia and bipolar disorder."A small, cold laugh escaped me. Low-rent moves. Just

Three days later, the family elders gathered to pass their final judgment on my "misconduct." Victor sat at the head of the table, a winner's smile on his face."Gentlemen," Victor began, clearing his throat. "We are here today to discuss Felicity's recent and unfortunate behavior...""Enough."I strode into the room, dressed head to toe in black."Felicity? You have no business being here..." A flash of panic crossed Victor's eyes.I ignored him, my gaze sweeping over the old men. "Gentlemen. I'm here to show you the true face of our Godfather."I laid out the evidence, one piece at a time. Bank transfers, chat logs, forged contracts... all of Victor's sins, right there on the table."This is the proof," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "Proof of your Godfather emptying my father's war chest and draining family assets to bankroll his mistress."The room went dead silent.Victor shot to his feet. "Bullshit! This is all fake!""A setup?" I laughed. "Then please explain why

Three nights later, New York was bitingly cold.Mia was holed up in the corner of a cheap motel room, her phone playing the recording. Victor's voice echoed in the small space: "I want her to disappear... just some stupid broad trying to get rich..."Her hands were shaking from rage and despair.Just yesterday, two men in black suits had almost grabbed her in a parking garage. A random ambulance had appeared, sirens blaring, distracting everyone just long enough for her to slip away. The day before that, at a coffee shop, she'd almost drunk a poisoned latte before a clumsy waiter knocked it out of her hand.These "coincidences" had kept her alive so far, but she knew her luck would run out.Mia looked at her own haggard face in the mirror, and a crazed fire lit up in her eyes. If she was going to die, she was taking Victor to hell with her.She looked at the "souvenirs" she'd carefully saved on her phone: intimate photos with Victor in all sorts of places, videos from hotel rooms, and