Running Away from My Mafia Lord Husband

Serina shivered, her hand gripping the railing trembling slightly.

Hidden in the shadows where Danica couldn't see, the small recorder in Serina's jacket pocket blinked red, capturing every word she had just spoken.

Danica, expecting some reaction, opened her mouth to speak again—but then noticed Valerio slowly making his way onto the deck.

Instantly, she composed herself, putting on an innocent, carefree facade.

"Oh, Sister is here too! I wanted to see the whales, so Val specially bought this yacht to bring me," she said, her eyes gleaming with both pride and calculation. "Sister, you're so capable—could you help me find the whales?"

Serina ignored her and continued sending messages.

"Since Danica asked me to find a whale for her, my fake death plan will follow suit."

As soon as the message was sent, the phone clattered to the ground.Danica pouted, feigning disappointment. "Val, Sister won't help me find the whales!"

Valerio furrowed his brows, looking at Serina. "Serina, you know how to dive anyway. Why don't you help her?"

Serina scoffed. "You want me to dive into the sea to look for whales for her? It's fine if she's uneducated, but you—are you equally clueless?"

Her sharp retort made Valerio's expression falter slightly.

His gaze darkened, and from the shadows, bodyguards moved in, surrounding Serina with a clear message: if she refused, they would throw her into the water themselves.

Serina let out a bitter laugh. Looking at Danica's smug expression, she decided to turn the situation to her advantage.

After changing into her diving suit, Serina left the recorder in Valerio's room and made her way to the deck.

Danica waited by the railing, eager to see her humiliated.

As Serina approached, Danica pretended to slip, falling straight toward her!

Serina instinctively dodged. In the next instant, "splash!" Danica's body plunged halfway into the water.

"Help! I can't swim!" Danica screamed.

Valerio immediately rushed over, grabbing her wrist. "Dani, don't be afraid! I'll pull you up."

Seeing her plan succeed, Danica's eyes glimmered with glee.

Once back on the deck, she threw herself into Valerio's arms, trembling and tearful.

"Sister, why did you push me?" she sobbed. "I just wanted to see the whales. I know you hate me, but how could you throw me into the sea?"

Valerio's comforting hands froze mid-motion. From his distance, he hadn't seen clearly—but now he realized Danica fell only after Serina approached.

"Serina," his gaze darkened, laced with anger and confusion, "I always thought you were a kind girl. Why do you keep targeting Dani?"

"I've given you the highest honor. I've assured you again and again that I would have only you as my wife. Why do you keep doingythis?"

Serina clenched her hand at her side, the familiar frustration and injustice tightening in her chest. Once again, she was being condemned solely based on Danica's words.

"Take the madam into the water to find the whales!" Valerio commanded, scooping Danica into his arms and preparing to leave.

Bodyguards closed in around Serina. Her gaze swept past them and landed on Danica—smug, unscathed, eyes gleaming with provocation.

The yacht had already sailed into the heart of the Mediterranean. Serina glanced back and saw a speedboat waiting to pick her up in the distance.

She no longer hesitated and leaped into the sea.

The location pin, tightly clenched in her palm, sent a signal.

She knew she had succeeded.

Soon, she would be able to completely escape this place of darkness, calculation, and betrayal.