Jilted Wife? I Am The Underworld Boss

I am the head of the Bianco syndicate. I trusted my quiet, civilian husband, Simon, to guard my ancestral estate while I expanded our legitimate empire out of state.

I rushed home after receiving an alert that my five-million-dollar property was sold, only to find Simon cradling a newborn baby with his mistress in my desecrated courtyard.

The mistress, Rachel, smugly declared she now owned my house and my husband, using a forged divorce agreement and IDs Simon had secretly stolen from my private safe.

"Simon divorcing you was an escape from misery, because no real man wants a cold machine in his bed."

They played the victims for the live-streaming neighbors, and Rachel tossed my late father's sacred mafia relics into the mud, stomping on his photograph and laughing about melting his legacy for scrap metal.

I stared at the pathetic coward I had married, sickened and bewildered that the man who once vowed to protect my home could steal my inheritance and casually destroy my bloodline's honor for a cheap affair.

As the local police tried to arrest me for defending my father's memory, my syndicate's armored convoy suddenly barricaded the street, and I prepared to leave the traitors nothing but ashes.

Chapter 1

Lucia POV

I was reviewing the laundering margins for the Bianco syndicate when my phone lit up with an email from a real estate broker. The line of text in the preview shimmered on the screen, each letter a nail driven into a coffin lid: "The five-million-dollar escrow transfer for the sale of your ancestral estate is complete."

If I did not get back to New York immediately, the stone fastness my father had raised with blood and mortar would belong to strangers.

My father was Don Salvatore Bianco. He had ruled the underworld with an iron fist, and when he died, he left me the keys to his legitimate empire and the heavily fortified estate that housed his legacy.

I had married Simon Thorne three years ago. He was a civilian. A quiet, ordinary man who had promised to guard my home while I spent my days out of state, keeping the family business clean and expanding our territory.

I had trusted him with the gates. I had trusted him with my life.

I booked the next flight out and did not pause to consider the cost.