Lahat ng Kabanata ng When the Mafia's Hacker Wife Strikes: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

For three days, I locked myself in the study, my fingers flying across the keyboard. Three years.It had been three years since I'd touched this equipment, but the muscle memory hadn't faded.I had to get into the Outfit's secure servers and find all the surveillance footage from the night of Salvatore's death.[ACCESS DENIED.]The cold, red warning flashed on the screen.I frowned and switched to a backup port. Still no entry.My heart sank. The firewall architecture, the encryption methods, the hidden security questions... I had taught him all of it.Of course. My own husband had used my lessons against me.The system's alarm blared, locking my terminal completely.Raphael followed the sound of the alarm, his deep-set eyes finding me."Enough, Catherine.""You have a choice. Accept Chiara's apology, or continue this charade and humiliate yourself in front of the entire city.""You think," I looked up, incredulous, "that I'm the madwoman?""I just want you to be calm," he said, his to

The beating only stopped when someone in the crowd shouted, pointing at the blood soaking through my skirt. They scattered in a panic, as if they'd seen a ghost, leaving two unfortunate city workers to nervously call an ambulance.I was drifting in and out of consciousness on the stretcher."Her blood pressure is dropping!" the paramedic shouted. "We need a transfusion, now!"The ambulance screeched to a halt in front of the Leone family's private clinic. This was supposed to be my safe harbor, a sanctuary for any family member who was hurt.But when the stretcher was pulled from the ambulance, three bodyguards in black suits blocked the entrance."Sorry, the clinic's booked solid today."The lead guard blocked our path, his hand drifting toward the butt of the gun on his hip."Miss Chiara is being treated for shock. No one is to disturb her. Understood?"The sharp pain in my abdomen made it almost impossible to breathe. Warm blood was still flowing from between my legs, soaking the w

"Give me the urn!"Marco's nephew lunged at me, his rough hands reaching for the box in my arms. He reeked of cheap cigarettes and stale liquor."This old bastard has no right to be buried on a hero's land!"Several other men in ill-fitting suits closed in, like a pack of wolves cornering their prey. The moonlight exposed the greed and malice on their faces.I clutched the urn and backed away, feeling the coldness of the silver case. "Get away! Don't touch it!"The old statues in the cemetery cast eerie shadows in the darkness, as if bearing witness to this desecration."Raphael!" I turned to the man who once swore to protect me, my voice trembling in the night wind. "Swear to the Holy Mother, tell me, was Salvatore really a traitor?""Look me in the eye. My twin brother. The man who grew up beside me, who took on all the family's darkness so I could stay in the light. Was Salvatore really the drug dealer you claim he was?"Raphael shoved his hands into the pockets of his custom Italia

While Raphael was frantically searching for me in Chicago, I had already arrived safely at a private estate meticulously prepared by Lorenzo.It had a top-tier medical team that healed all my physical wounds. Lorenzo even brought in forensic experts to painstakingly separate the mixed ashes of my parents and grandfather, re-interring them in the most honored place in the family mausoleum.He used his financial wizards to inject my hidden overseas assets into the Leone Group, pulling the family's empire back from the brink of collapse.In return, I made one request of him: a workshop equipped with the best technology money could buy.Now, six giant monitors surrounded me, each running a different program.The skills that had been dormant for three years were reawakened. "Ariadne" was back."Found them," I said, pointing to a red dot on the right-hand screen. "They're in warehouse nineteen at the docks."Lorenzo nodded and gave a subtle signal to the men beside him.He gently ruffled my

I watched as Lorenzo's men dragged Raphael and Luca away, but I felt no satisfaction.I knew Don Lorenzo would not disappoint me.The revenge had only just begun.Three days later, I sat in the war room of Lorenzo's estate, my fingers flying across the keyboard.On the screens, the financial empire that Raphael and Luca had painstakingly built was collapsing."Accounts liquidated," I reported calmly. "Their secret funds in the Cayman Islands have all been transferred to the Leone family foundation.""Real estate, stocks, bonds," I clicked the enter key. "All gone."Lorenzo stood behind me, nodding in satisfaction. "Well done, my Principessa."Through a surveillance feed, I saw Raphael kneeling in a rundown apartment, surrounded by a pile of bills and collection notices.Luca was sitting on a park bench, his suit tattered, his eyes empty.They had gone from being Chicago's power brokers to being completely broke."What about Marco's family?" I asked."Dealt with, Sicilian style," Lorenz