Chapter 2

I looked through the photos again. At some point, my tears had soaked through the front of my nightgown.

Looking at Leonardo’s sleeping face with the faint curve at the corner of his lips and imagining him dreaming of intimacy with Sienna, I couldn't fall asleep anymore. I got out of bed and walked straight into the study.

My top priority was to find out exactly who Sienna Russo was. As the sole heir to the most powerful Mafia family in the country, I would never allow this bastard and his mistress trample all over me.

When dealing with betrayal, the best way was to make them wish they were dead.

I turned on my computer and began typing rapidly. Lines of code flooded the screen.

Ten seconds later, a black-and-white skull interface appeared. It was the dark web under my control.

Logging in, I swiftly issued a series of commands. Within ten minutes, Sienna’s complete dossier and social connections were laid bare before me.

While waiting for them to finish loading, my mind drifted back to the villa I’d seen earlier.

Two years ago, just after our wedding, we happened to pass by the exact villa in the photo. I fell in love with the layout at first sight.

The moment Leonardo saw the price, though, his expression darkened.

“Giada, don’t we already have a villa? It’s more than enough for us. There’s no need to waste money on another one just to let it collect dust. The family is still expanding. We need to save our funds for critical moments.”

Noticing the displeasure in his tone and in consideration of his feelings, I, Giada Romano, reluctantly conceded, “You’re right. Let’s not buy it for now. I was just saying.”

Yet, in just two years, he purchased it without hesitation and gifted it to his kept woman.

Ding.

The email notification on my computer snapped me back to reality. It contained Sienna’s complete and detailed background.

The file bearing her name, Sienna Russo, noted she was twenty-two years old. She was a high school graduate and never attended university. Rather than being from a Mafia family, she was from a poor household with five children. She was a minor figure, hoping to cling to power and change her fate.

She was currently working as a secretary for my husband, with her daily duties mainly involving simple tasks such as fetching coffee for him.

What infuriated me even more was the date she was employed; just three months after our wedding.

The blatant audacity of it ignited my temper instantly.

She was nothing but a whore who refused to work hard, choosing instead to take shortcuts by selling her body to climb into the beds of the wealthy.

Women like her were the easiest to deal with. I wouldn’t even need to dig a trap; I’d just make her fall where she had climbed.

As for Leonardo, what awaited him was the fatal blow he’d never forget for the rest of his life.

The next morning, Leonardo behaved as usual, reading the paper and making small talk with me over breakfast.

His expression was nothing unusual.

“What are your plans for today?”