The Donna’s Final Gift
"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers."
The old Consigliere frowned.
"Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?"
I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years.
In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife.
A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me.
That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom.
He let it ring.
They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.
And on that very night, while I was dying, Cassius was in a Vegas penthouse pool... fucking Bianca.
The woman who stole my life.
Right then, my years of love for him just vanished. This hopeless marriage was a mistake from day one.
I finally woke up. And this time, I was ready to vanish from his dark empire for good.
"My mind is made up," I gave the old Consigliere a cold nod. "And Cassius won't object."
I always knew the truth—my Don husband never loved me for a single second.
But I'd looked up to him like a fool since I was a little girl.
Three years ago, when he casually asked if I wanted to marry him, I actually cried happy tears and said yes.
Soon, the clock would strike midnight. It would be our third anniversary.
I had the perfect final gift ready for the almighty Don—a divorce.
Freedom for him, and for me.
Bab Populer