All Chapters of The Mafia Queen's Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

POV: Vita Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...The beeping of the ECG monitor was the only sound in the room, steady and indifferent, as if it hadn't noticed that my whole world had just ended.I woke slowly, my mouth is dry, so dry that my lips could crack if I make any sudden move to speak. My limbs feels heavy with whatever they'd given me.For a moment I didn't remember, and I wish it stayed that way. But it didn’t...I looked down...God, I looked down and saw it. I saw the dark stain soaked through the pristine white sheets, and my body remembered before my mind did. I felt empty in places that used to be full and heavy.The moment it clicked in my head, I almost passed out from the sheer shock. The sound that came out of me wasn't a scream. It was smaller than that, and worse, a broken, animal sound I didn't recognise as my own voice.“Oh God no...Not again, not me... Not again!” I cried. I pressed both hands over my mouth to stop it, because somewhere in my head, and instinct, so

POV: VitaFor five years, I had believed I was building a life with my husband. I had believed our home, our marriage, our future belonged to us. But he had only been waiting for a legal deadline.Five years. A clean succession. Then everything would be his."Does it matter who the father is?" Elena asked."Not really. Why would it? It's not as if I was ever going to touch her myself," Dominic said, with a quiet laugh. "I can barely look at her without thinking about her father's men putting a bullet in mine.Marino blood makes my skin crawl. I only needed her name on the paperwork long enough to make this legal, and to take back everything that was stolen from me."The phone continued recording, though I could no longer feel it in my hand. Every name he had ever called me began to change shape inside my mind.My love.My wife.My Vita.They were not signs of affection. They had only ever been part of the act. Five years of marriage. Five years of quiet nights and excuses.Five years

POV: Vita I sat on my balcony one October afternoon, three months to the day since I had boarded a plane under a name that wasn't mine and left Chicago, and everyone in it, behind me.I had just finished unpacking the last of my boxes and setting every piece of furniture exactly where I wanted it. My new apartment reflected every part of me that five years of marriage had slowly sanded away. Every vase, every painting, every careful arrangement of white and grey and soft rose gold felt like proof that I still existed as someone other than a Salucci, other than a Marino heiress, other than a cautionary tale whispered about at Commission dinners.I was exhausted from the day spent decorating my new haven, but I was happy, genuinely happy, in a way I hadn't let myself feel in longer than I wanted to admit. I'd hired an interior design team and paid them a small fortune without flinching, because for the first time in my adult life, the money in my accounts belonged to no one but me. Sof