All Chapters of The Forgotten Wife of the Mafia Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

For the next seven days, Alessandro didn’t come home.Instead, he was seen everywhere else.Bianca stood beside him at a charity auction hosted by the De Luca foundation. She attended Sunday Mass at Palermo Cathedral with him. She was present at a private dinner with two capos from the western coast.It wasn’t public news. They didn’t need to be. In Sicily, word traveled through people, not headlines.My mother called me first.“She was standing next to him,” she said carefully. “Not behind him.”On the eighth day, I went to the De Luca palazzo.No one tried to stop me.The office was quiet when I walked in. Bianca was at the large table near the windows, going through paperwork.She froze when she saw me.“Seraphina,” she said softly.I didn’t let her finish.The slap was clean. Sharp. No screaming. Just silence.“If Alessandro wants to protect you,” I said calmly, “that’s his decision. But understand your position. As long as this marrige stands, you are nothing more than his employ

When I was discharged, the villa felt hollow.The marble floors echoed when I walked in. The staff greeted me quietly, eyes lowered. No one asked how I felt.“Where is Alessandro?” I asked.The housekeeper hesitated.“Boss hasn't been home for several days, Madam.”I didn’t need to hear the rest. I already knew.After the incident at the docks — after Bianca called him in tears — Alessandro had barely left her side. He drove her to and from the office himself. He had her moved out of her old apartment “for security reasons.” And then he bought her a five-million-dollar house. Guards at the gate. Cameras everywhere.No one said it was a gift.It was protection.And in our world, protection meant ownership.I stood at the living room and felt the cold settle into my bones.Once, I had walked toward him without hesitation.Once, I had believed his kneeling meant devotion.I called him.It rang for a long time before he answered.The background was loud — men talking, glasses clinking, mus

The shouting faded, the gunshots stopped, and by morning the street was quiet again.Just as I was thinking I could finally close my eyes, someone knocked on the door.The sound came like an explosion.My heart stopped.“Seraphina.” His voice was cold. “Get up. You’re going to work.”I didn’t open the door.The silence outside lasted only a second.Then the door burst open. Alessandro stepped inside. Two guards behind him.He crossed the room and pulled me to my feet.I swayed. My legs barely held.“Look at you,” he said, amused. “Couldn’t even make it through a single night.”His gaze swept over my face, my clothes, down to my bare feet. “She lived like this for a year.”His grip made my arm ache.I looked straight at him.“Am I responsible for her miscarriage?” I asked.He didn’t answer.“Did I make her live here?” I continued. “Did I sleep with her and get her pregnant? Did I cut her off from work? Or was that you?”My voice didn’t shake.“I don’t owe her anything. You do!”His fin

The Rolls-Royce engine ran smoothly, carrying me away from the villa that had imprisoned me for so long, and out of Alessandro’s control. Instead of heading straight for the port, I first went to the secluded apartment we had agreed upon in advance—a retreat I had reserved for myself and my child, far from the city center and out of sight of all the De Luca family’s spies.It was only when I stepped inside that I dared to let go of all my disguises. My legs gave way, and I slid slowly down the wall to the floor. A dull ache persisted in my lower abdomen, a mark left by days of exhaustion, fear, and emotional tension. Each twinge reminded me that I had to be extremely careful, that I had to break free from Alessandro completely as soon as possible.I took out my phone and dialed my lawyer’s number. My voice was hoarse but firm: “I have the agreement. Alessandro has signed it. Please process all the paperwork as soon as possible to make sure he cannot revoke it for any reason. Also,

I thought of Seraphina’s patience and the wrongs she’d endured, of how I’d sent her to that country villa to suffer, of how I’d forced her to work in a restaurant and endure humiliation, of the cold look in her eyes and the resolute set of her back the last time she left, of how she’d once asked me Do you love me? and I’d never had an answer for her.Regret crashed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under entirely.At long last, I saw how terribly, how utterly I’d been wrong.I’d thought I was upholding my duty, protecting the family’s name, but all the while, Bianca had been twisting me around her little finger. I’d been hurting the woman who loved me the most, the one who deserved all my cherish.I’d pushed Seraphina away with my own hands. I’d destroyed our marriage with my own hands. I’d driven her to the brink with my own hands.When Bianca learned the truth was out, she shook like a leaf. She tried to explain herself, to beg for my forgiveness, but by then, anger a