Beneath the Mafia Crown

Back in Room 520, I shut the door and connected my phone to the hidden camera inside Room 169.

On the screen, Viktor stepped into the room while Mia followed behind him, tears streaming down her face.

Viktor grabbed her by the arm.

"How dare you throw a bottle at Isabella? If she'd gotten hurt, I would've killed you."

Mia immediately started crying harder.

"I threw it at the floor! She walked over suddenly, that's why it almost hit her. I was trying to help you. I didn't want her coming over and finding out about us."

Viktor's expression softened slightly.

"No matter what happens, you are never allowed to hurt your sister-in-law."

The next second, Mia threw herself into his arms, burying her face against his chest.

"I know I was wrong. Punish me tonight, okay? However you want."

Viktor pushed her away and coldly replied, "I'll deal with you tonight."

Then he got dressed and left the room.

I immediately locked my phone screen.

A few minutes later, my suite door opened.

Viktor walked in looking perfectly composed, dressed like the untouchable Don everyone feared. He crossed the room in a few long strides and pulled me tightly into his arms.

The scent of shower gel still clung to him, mixed with the lingering heat of another woman.

"Bella, I missed you."

He lowered his head to look at me, his thumb brushing slowly across my lips.

"Mia told me you wanted to look at another man's body. I got jealous.

"You're only allowed to look at mine."

I said nothing.

Viktor continued softly, "While I was dealing with the traitor tonight, I kept thinking about something. If someone betrays the family, I can put a bullet in his head without hesitation."

He paused, something wounded flickering across his eyes.

"But if you betrayed me...

"What would I even do to you?"

I let out a cold laugh.

"If I really betrayed you, what would you do?"

The look in Viktor's eyes instantly turned dark and obsessive.

"I won't allow you to betray me."

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him.

"Bella, you would never betray me, right?"

His grip hurt badly enough that I let out a quiet sound of pain.

Viktor immediately released me.

"Sorry. Did I hurt you?"

Then his gaze dropped to my ankle.

The blood around the cut had already dried, but tiny shards of glass were still embedded in the wound.

He went to retrieve the medical kit, then knelt before me on one knee to treat the injury himself.

"How were you this careless?"

I looked down at him, my voice ice-cold.

"If you never betray me, then I'll never betray you."

His hand trembled slightly while applying the medicine.

"How could I ever betray you?" he said quietly. "You're the person I love most."

After saying that, he leaned down and kissed my forehead. Then he claimed there were still traitors within the organization that needed to be dealt with and said he could not stay with me tonight.

The moment he left, I immediately contacted my people and ordered them to pack up all my personal belongings.

Then I placed a signed divorce agreement on the bedside table.

I was just about to leave the hotel when my best friend Anna texted me.

[Bella, did you go confront Mia today?]

[Everyone on Instagram is tearing you apart right now.]

I opened the screenshots she sent me, my entire body trembling with anger.

"Major scandal! A certain mafia wife is jealous of her husband's little sister and constantly bullies her whenever her brother isn't home!"

"Today she even tried to seduce her sister-in-law's boyfriend. When he refused, she assaulted Mia!"

The wording was deliberately inflammatory.

In just a few sentences, I had been painted as a vicious, mentally unstable woman consumed by jealousy.

Mia had even uploaded selfies showing the red handprint on her face while accusing me of being violent and possessive.

She had built a decent following on Instagram over the years, enough to stir public opinion quickly.

Anna immediately called me.

"Bella, did you see what that little b*tch is doing?

"She even got her fan clubs involved. They're planning a livestream tonight to publicly humiliate you.

"She wants the whole internet laughing at you."

I stood in the hotel hallway, my injured ankle still throbbing faintly.

"Anna, do me a favor.

"I'm starting my own livestream tonight. Use every promotional resource you have and push traffic into my room.

"It's just a public opinion war.

"When I was using these tactics, Mia was still in kindergarten."

That night, I started the livestream.

Within seconds, hundreds of thousands of viewers flooded in.

The comments were filled with insults.

[So this is the woman? She still dares to stream?]

[She wants to look at her sister-in-law's boyfriend naked? Psycho.]

[Have some shame!]

Three minutes later, one of Mia's fan accounts requested to join the livestream.

I accepted.

On the other side of the screen were three heavily made-up young women, all looking furious.

"Isabella, you b*tch!"

"Mia and her brother are family! Of course they're close!"

"What right do you have to be jealous?"

"You're even trying to steal Mia's boyfriend now? How desperate are you?"

They ranted passionately while the audience joined in and fueled the chaos.

"Apologize!"

"Apologize to Mia in front of everyone!"

"That's right! The stream is recording everything! Don't even think about ending the livestream without apologizing!"

I waited until they finished screaming before calmly saying one sentence.

"You want Mia?

"Fine. I know exactly where she is."

I stood up with my phone in hand and walked out of the room.

Then I stopped outside Room 169.

From inside came unmistakably intimate sounds:

A man breathing heavily. A woman crying out. The dull thud of a bedframe hitting the wall.

The livestream comments instantly exploded.

"What the hell is that sound?"

"No way... is she about to..."

I pulled out a master keycard.

Beep.

The green light flashed.

And the door slowly opened.