All Chapters of The Madre's Superglue Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Anne Leone's full breasts nearly pressed against Marco Vitale's face, one hand sliding suggestively up along the inside of his thigh.Marco didn't push her away.Instead, he narrowed his eyes in enjoyment and even reached back to give Anna's waist a squeeze.Then he gently stroked my long hair, his voice as tender as ever. "Camilla, be a good girl and get some sleep. There's an urgent matter at the company. I'll go work in the study for a while."For five years, he had been acting in front of me.If my sight hadn't returned—if I didn't understand lip-reading—I probably would never have known that the affection he showed me had long since rotted and begun to breed maggots.Anna stood at the foot of the bed. The lace nightgown she wore was skimpy. It was identical to the birthday gift Marco had given me just last month.She tugged the neckline open, exposing a wide stretch of pale skin, then winked at him and mouthed, "Camilla can't bring out the flavor of this dress."Marco sque

Because they had to "be considerate" of my condition, aside from the family's security personnel and staff, the yacht held only three guests—Marco, Anna, and me.Before the dinner began, Anna deliberately drifted over to stand in front of me.The scent of her perfume was painfully familiar. It was the fragrance I had personally blended for Marco. He always said he couldn't bear to use it.Yet, he had casually given it to Anna instead.Assuming I was blind, Anna made no effort to hide her mockery. She waved the bottle of perfume right in front of my face.Her syrupy voice carried blatant pride. "Camilla, does this scent smell nice?"I smiled faintly. "It does. Like a dog in heat."Anna's face turned instantly livid. She wanted to lash out—but she didn't dare.After all, in name, I was still the Madre of the house, and Marco would never allow anyone to openly provoke me.At dinner, Marco presented a velvet box.Inside lay a deep-blue diamond necklace—Heart of the Deep Sea, wort

Marco woke up in a private hospital.The moment he moved, a piercing pain shot through his lower body.He lifted the blanket. Thick layers of gauze were wrapped around his most sensitive area, faint stains of blood seeping through the bandages.From the room next door came Anna's heart-wrenching screams, wild and hysterical, as if she had gone mad.The attending physician stood trembling beside the bed, head lowered, not daring to look at him."How is it?" Marco's voice was weak.The doctor suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud. "Don Vitale, the surgery successfully separated you, but… because of the earlier tearing and the chemical burns, the damage to the erectile tissue is severe.""Speak plainly!""In the future… you may not be able to achieve a normal erection…"Silence fell like death.Marco's face shifted from pale to twisted with rage.Ruined?He, the mighty mafia Don, had been crippled by a woman with a bottle of glue?!If that bitch hadn't been so eager, insi

The largest casino in Sichelly glittered with extravagant splendor. Marco stormed into the VIP hall with a large group of subordinates, murderous intent radiating from him."Tell your boss to come out and see me!"Before the casino manager could respond, the sharp rhythm of high heels echoed from the spiral staircase on the second floor."Mr. Vitale, with such a temper, you'd better be careful your wounds don't split open."'That voice…' Marco jerked his head up.A woman in a red backless gown was descending the stairs slowly.I removed the black veil covering my face, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face. The eyes he had once kissed countless times—now bright and razor-sharp—met his gaze directly.It was me. Camilla.And yet, not the same timid Camilla he once knew.At this moment, my presence filled the room like a queen."Camilla…"Marco stared at me, his eyes blazing with a mad mixture of greed and possessiveness.I gestured for my men to raise their guns toward hi

One year later, the warm winter sunlight streamed into the top-floor office.Holding a cup of coffee, I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing down at the city below. Once, it had been ruled with an iron fist by the Vitale family. Now, it bore my name.On the desk, the headline of an international financial newspaper stood out boldly: [CR Group Completes Final Acquisition of Vitale Family's Overseas Assets — The Vitale Era Officially Ends.]Adrian knocked and stepped inside, handing me a yellowed document. It was the marriage certificate from the day Marco and I wed.Suddenly, I remembered how careful he had been back then—holding that certificate as if it were something sacred before placing it inside a safe. He had once said it was more precious than all the wealth in the world. And yet later, it was he who personally pushed me into hell."Principessa, all procedures are complete. Marco no longer has any legal assets under his name."I took the document. With a flick