All Chapters of How I Ghosted My Mafia Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

19 Chapters

Chapter 11

"Am I speaking with Ms. Madeline Windemere?" The voice on the other end was a young man's, polite and distant with the unmistakable tone of a lawyer."This is she.""My name is David Thompson, partner at Thompson & Associates. I'm calling on behalf of my client, William, to discuss the terms of your divorce settlement."Madeline felt the blood freeze in her veins.She rushed to the downtown law office still clinging to a sliver of hope that William would be there. Maybe he was finally ready to talk. Even if it was just about the divorce, at least she could see him, know he was safe.But the conference room was empty, save for the lawyer. No William."Where is my husband?" Madeline demanded."I'm sorry, Mrs. Windemere, but my client has chosen not to be present today," Thompson said, retrieving a thick file from his briefcase. "This is the divorce agreement he has prepared. The division of assets, alimony, and all other relevant clauses are clearly stated."Madeline stared at the docume

Chapter 12

"Boss, we found it." It was Marco on the phone, his voice tight with excitement. "His phone signal. We traced the last location before it went dark."Madeline's heart stopped, then began to pound against her ribs. "Where?""The industrial wasteland in the South Side, near Lake Michigan. Boss, it's a desolate area, and, well…" Marco's voice grew cautious. "It's the kind of place gangs use to... dispose of problems."The phone slipped from her hand, landing silently on the thick rug.The Maserati tore through the streets of Chicago, its roaring engine ripping through the afternoon calm. Madeline's foot was pressed to the floor, the speedometer needle quivering. Her hands trembled on the steering wheel.If something happened to him…She couldn't let herself think it.When she arrived, her men were dredging a murky pit of water."The signal's last ping was right here," Marco said, squatting and stirring the foul water with a stick. "But we haven't found anything yet."Madeline fell to her

Chapter 13

There were more messages on the phone, but Madeline couldn't read them. Every word was a knife twisting in her gut, every photo a whip against her soul.She finally understood, in visceral detail, the slow, agonizing torture William had endured while she was enjoying the attentions of two men.He had seen these messages every day.He had been reminded every day that his wife was in another man's bed, belittling him.He had been forced to live with her betrayal every single day."Marco," Madeline's voice was ice. "Get the car ready."On the way home, she dialed Ryan's number. After a few rings, he answered, his voice bright and cheerful."Baby, you finally called! I was starting to think you'd forgotten all about me." He was smart enough to pretend their last argument never happened, knowing the Godmother of Chicago would never stoop to apologize."Get to my villa. Now," Madeline's voice was flat, devoid of all emotion."What?" Ryan was clearly taken aback. "Madeline, what's wrong? You

Chapter 14

Madeline's eyes were bloodshot. She lunged at Ryan, grabbing his wrist."Give it back!" Her voice was a low, terrifying growl. She ripped the ring off his finger, the rough movement tearing his skin. He tried to fight back, but Madeline's bodyguards slammed him to the floor, pinning him down.The moment the ring was back in her palm, she cradled it as if it were the most fragile thing in the world."Madeline! Are you insane?" Ryan had no idea what was happening. He clutched his bleeding face and hand, trying to reason with her. "You're attacking me for a man who walked out on you? He doesn't love you! If he did, he wouldn't have left so easily!"His words died in his throat as Madeline held up the phone, displaying the vile text messages for him to see.The chat logs, the explicit photos, the poisonous words—all of it laid bare under the bright lights.Ryan stared at the screen, his face turning a sickly white. His lips trembled, but no sound came out."You really put a lot of work int

Chapter 15

Just after midnight in the most violent, blood-soaked underground fight club in Chicago.A black SUV screeched to a halt under the flickering neon sign. The doors flew open, and two burly men dragged a man out onto the street."No! Please!" Ryan struggled wildly, his nails clawing at the bodyguards' arms. "I can give you money! A lot of money!"But the men were stone-faced, mechanically carrying out Madeline's orders. As they dragged him, Ryan's expensive silk shirt caught on the car's metal trim and tore with a sickening rip, turning the fine fabric to rags and making him look even more pathetic.They let go, and he collapsed onto the filthy concrete. The SUV sped off into the night.Ryan scrambled to his feet, trembling. He recognized this place. He’d come here with Madeline once, watching the bloody fights from a VIP booth, bragging that if he were in the ring, he’d be the champion."Well, well, look what we have here. If it isn't Ryan."A sharp voice cut through the air. A group of

Chapter 16

After dealing with Ryan, Madeline lay on the side of the bed William used to sleep on, an immense emptiness consuming her.Ryan was right. Getting rid of him wouldn't make William forgive her.The vibration of her phone was jarring in the silent room."Boss." It was Marco, his voice tense and excited. "We've got something new."Madeline's heart hammered against her ribs. She gripped the phone. "What is it?""Someone at the airport saw a man who looked a lot like him boarding a flight to Reykjavik, Iceland. But his name wasn't on the passenger manifest."Madeline shot up from the bed. She didn't know why, but a powerful intuition told her it was William."Get the jet ready," she commanded, her voice trembling. "We leave tonight."The winter wind in Reykjavik was brutal, but Madeline didn't feel the cold. For the first time in a month, she felt close to William.A convoy of black cars moved through the city streets, finally stopping in front of a nondescript apartment building. This was

Chapter 17

Vincenzo let out a heavy sigh. For over a month, Madeline had barely eaten a proper meal or slept a full night. The entire Windemere family business was suffering."Father…" Madeline looked up, her eyes shining with desperation. "I've searched all of North America, all of Europe. I've sent everyone… Why can't I find him? WHY?!"Vincenzo knelt beside her, his hands on her shoulders. "Madeline, listen to me. If conventional methods won't work, we'll use unconventional ones.""What do you mean?"A look of grim determination crossed the old Don's face. "William was a mercenary. He knows how to hide in ways we can't track. The Windemere family has spent decades building a network in the global underworld. It's time we used it. I'm going to let the whole world know we're looking for William."Madeline's head shot up. "You mean…""A global missing person's notice. We'll send it through all our partners, on every continent. The Mafia, the Yakuza, the Triads, the Russian Bratva… Everyone is goi

Chapter 18

（William’view）After leaving Chicago, I went back to the only life I truly knew. The life of a mercenary.Five years of comfort hadn't dulled my instincts. It was like a blade that had been kept in its sheath—once drawn, it was sharper than ever.I wasn't William Windemere anymore. I was 'Ghost' Noah, the king of mercenaries who called the shots in the black market.I reveled in it. The adrenaline of calculating trajectories in a firefight, the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat on a stealth op. This was the real me. A man who lived on the edge of a knife.The phone rang while I was cleaning my sidearm in a safe house on the Colombian border. I frowned at the unknown number."Hello?"A familiar voice came through the speaker. The voice that had once made me give up everything, but now only inspired a cold calm."William… is that you?"I was silent for a moment, continuing to methodically wipe down the slide of my pistol. "What do you want?""Oh God, William, it's you… it's really you…"

Chapter 19

After taking out the drug lord and collecting my pay, I decided to lay low for a while in a dusty little town in New Mexico.The sun was relentless, there were more cacti than people, and the air smelled of roasted corn and diesel. I liked its raw, unfiltered energy. It washed away the scent of blood from the last job.The town had only one decent coffee shop, run by a woman named Elena. She was in her thirties, Mexican-American, with sun-kissed skin and eyes that smiled easily.Every afternoon, I'd go in, order a black coffee, and sit by the window, watching the occasional pickup truck and tumbleweed roll by.I never started conversations, but Elena always found a way to chat."Beautiful day, isn't it?""Those are cool boots. Military?""Are you traveling alone?"I'd give a polite nod or a one-word answer. My silence and distance only seemed to intrigue her more.One evening, I was the last customer in the shop as she was closing up. She wiped down the counter and brought two glasses

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