All Chapters of The Mafia Wife's Wicked Payback: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

"Don't be dramatic, Viola. It's just a different mode of transport."Dante, my husband, the Don of the Bellini famiglia, said the words with the weary dismissal he usually reserved for a botched shipment or a low-ranking Soldato's screw-up.He was talking about my life.It was unprecedented for Dante to leave New York during a territorial dispute, which was why I’d planned this strategic retreat to Sicily. I was the famiglia's legitimate front—owner of six high-end boutique hotels—and I could easily afford it. My businesses cleared three hundred thousand dollars monthly, a clean sum he often needed to cover his volatile “operations” payroll.I spent six months negotiating ceasefires with rival families, securing safe passage through their territories. Sicily was a minefield of old vendettas. Each district required separate tributes, some demanding fifty thousand dollars just for a thirty-minute drive.Everyone else—Dante's parents, Carla and Emilio, and his sister, Gina—just stood back

Chapter 2

I didn't go to the commercial terminal.I drove my custom-plated Mercedes S-Class directly onto the tarmac of a private airfield, its twin-engine jet waiting like a patient predator.The Sicily trip, the safe houses, the truce negotiations—it had all been a strategic masterpiece, a shield for the Bellini famiglia. But for me? It was an escape route. I had paid for three. One for them. Two for me.My Consigliere, Silas, was already waiting on the phone. "The jet is fueled, Donna," he said, his voice crisp. "Monaco, as requested. The casino suite is booked. The accounts?""Execute the freeze order on the joint account," I instructed, pulling my laptop from my tote bag. "The minute I'm airborne, I want every liquid asset over fifty thousand dollars that can be tied to a Bellini operation, gone. Move it through the Swiss holdings and into the Monaco trust."Silas hesitated. "The Don’s operating revenue is volatile, Viola. This will put immediate pressure on payroll. Some of his Capos will

Chapter 3

Monaco was everything New York wasn't: clean, blindingly sunny, and quiet—a dangerous kind of quiet.The penthouse suite at the Fairmont was already furnished with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the azure water, but what interested me more was the security detail. The Giordano famiglia didn't do anything by halves. Two Soldato in impeccably tailored suits stood sentry outside my door, courtesy of their Donna.I set up my mobile office, three monitors humming with financial data. The Bellini accounts were still frozen, sending ripples through Dante's operations. His Capos were scrambling to cover costs, and the Soldati were getting restless. Debt was a tool; panic was a weapon.My laptop chimed. It was an encrypted message from the Giordano Donna, Seraphina.: A pleasure to host you, Viola. Dinner tonight? We have much to discuss about 'tributes' and 'safe passage'.I smiled. Seraphina Giordano was not a sentimental woman. She saw an opportunity, and I was givi

Chapter 4

Three days in Monaco was enough to secure my position. My alliance with Seraphina was sealed with a handshake and a multi-million-dollar wire transfer. Now, it was time to turn the screw on Dante's Sicilian trip.My Consigliere, Silas, called, his voice tight with adrenaline. "The Bellini party just landed in Palermo. They’re driving to the villa now, using the armored motorcade. The one you paid for.""Let them drive," I said, watching the Mediterranean sunset. "But make sure the information on that route is 'updated.'""The Calabrese brothers are waiting," Silas confirmed. "They think the payment was late. They won't shoot, but they'll definitely delay them and send a message."I had paid the Calabrese a fortune for safe passage. Now, a small, anonymous deposit told them the transfer was 'blocked,' making it seem like Dante was deliberately shorting them."I need more than a delay, Silas. I need Dante to beg for my help."I had Silas leak a carefully crafted document: a letter from t

Chapter 5

Dante called back in five minutes. No preamble, just fury."You manipulative bitch! You did this!""I did what, Dante? I made sure the laws of Italy were respected. That you were respected, by the way. I’m doing your job for you.""Get your ass to Palermo! The whole family is freezing! Chiara is ill!""My private jet is on its way, but it's not picking me up," I said calmly. "It's bringing the legal papers for you to sign. I’m not traveling to a hostile environment you created. And I'm not doing a thing until you fulfill my conditions.""Never! Chiara is family!""And I'm not?" I countered, my voice laced with venom. "You chose her safety over mine. Now choose the famiglia's survival over her comfort. The safe house stays sealed until you send her home and sign the financial papers."The line went dead. Dante's internal struggle was visible even across the Mediterranean. He was the Don—he couldn't be seen capitulating to his wife. But his power was dissolving in a Sicilian street, and

Chapter 6

Back in Monaco, I was no longer a frantic wife but a significant asset. Seraphina Giordano met me for a celebratory drink."You handled the Bellini situation with surgical precision, Viola," she commented, swirling her martini. "What's next? He's wounded, but not dead. He'll rebuild his cash flow, likely through a risky new venture.""He already has," I replied, setting my tablet on the table. "He's making a desperate play to secure a new supply route through the Balkan gangs—a deal brokered by a low-level Capo in Naples. It's a huge operation, and the risk is astronomical.""High risk, high reward," Seraphina mused. "But if it succeeds, he’ll be back on his feet fast. And he'll come for you.""That's why I need to cut off his head before he can raise it. The Balkan deal is relying on a single, massive shipment of collateral—antique smuggling. It leaves Naples in three days.""What is your price, Viola?" Seraphina's eyes glittered."I can provide the exact manifest, the route, and the

Chapter 7

The action wasn't mine to execute, but the planning was all me. I provided Silas and Seraphina with every detail: the security shifts, the dockside crane schedule, even the name of the lone customs agent who could be bribed with a one-way ticket to Buenos Aires.I watched the operation unfold from my penthouse, streaming the live satellite footage Silas had secured. The shipment—priceless Renaissance-era statues and paintings—was loaded onto a freighter in the dark port of Naples.The ambush was textbook Giordano: quick, clean, and terrifying.Two speedboats, manned by masked commandos, swarmed the freighter. The brief, desperate firefight lasted less than five minutes. The captain and his few Soldati were swiftly neutralized. The antiques were transferred to the Giordano boats.The Calabrese Capo, the one who betrayed Dante, was the key. He was sitting in a safe house, sweating, waiting for my signal.My phone vibrated with a text from Seraphina: Mission Complete. Goods Secured. Packa

Chapter 8

Dante didn't come alone. He arrived three days later with Emilio, his father, and a two-man security detail, which was laughable protection in Giordano territory. He was traveling light, desperate, and dangerous.I met him in the high-stakes private room of the Casino de Monte-Carlo, not my suite. Public places were safer, and I liked the visual: me, playing Baccarat, surrounded by my own power, while he stood fuming like a common Soldato."You've been expecting me," he said, his eyes burning with fury, but his voice was carefully modulated."I always expect my debts to be paid, Dante," I replied, placing a winning chip. "Sit down. Have a drink. You look stressed.""We need the antiques back," Emilio cut in, his face drawn. "The Falcones are using them as a declaration of war. We are hemorrhaging cash and losing territory in New York. We'll be wiped out in a month.""The Falcones didn't take your antiques," I revealed, the truth slicing the tension in the room. "The Giordano famiglia d

Chapter 9

Held under house arrest in a luxurious villa on the Riviera, Dante and Emilio were running out of time and options. I, however, was thriving.I was meeting with Seraphina daily, strategizing the next steps to cement my independence. This time, our discussion was interrupted by an unexpected arrival: Carla Bellini.She strode into Seraphina's office, defiant in an expensive suit, followed by a single, nervous-looking bodyguard."Where is my son, Viola?" she demanded, bypassing Seraphina entirely."He's safe, Carla," I said calmly. "Just negotiating the terms of his surrender.""This is madness! We gave you everything! You took his money, his safe house, his antiques—what more do you want?""I want the respect you never gave me," I said, standing up. "I want the safety I earned. I want to be Donna."Carla's composure cracked. "You think a title will protect you? This life isn't about paperwork. It's about blood. You're not one of us. You're a banker. A socialite. Chiara is the only one w

Chapter 10

The signing was formal, held in a neutral location—a high-end law office in Geneva. Dante, Emilio, and Carla sat on one side; I sat opposite, flanked by Seraphina Giordano and my lawyer.Dante looked like a man who had aged twenty years in two weeks. He was resigned, but the rage still simmered beneath the surface."I still don't believe you took the antiques," Dante grumbled, signing the final deed ceding the New York assets to me."Believe what you want, Don," I said, watching him sign the document that made me the official owner of my own destiny.Finally, he came to the last document: the decree formally recognizing my title as 'Donna Viola Bellini' and my independence from the famiglia.He pushed the pen away. "I can't give you that. It makes you a legitimate power. It protects you from everyone. Including me.""It's the price of your survival, Dante," I replied, leaning back. "It means you keep your volatile, cash-only operations—which you need to cover your Soldati—and you get y

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