Secrets of the Mafia Boss’s Wife

Catalina's POV

“You agreed to this, Javier. You can’t back out now. You said you were a man of your word. I’ve done my part, so now, do yours,” I said, my voice cold and sharp. His face contorted in disbelief as he stared back at me.

He raised the divorce papers and said firmly, “I’ll agree to all your other demands, but this? I won’t sign it. No matter what.”

A mocking smile tugged at my lips. I stepped closer, stopping just two feet away from him. “If you don’t agree, you’ll regret it,” I warned, my tone laced with venom, before turning on my heel and walking away.

I'll see how you'll regret hurting me, Javier Alarcon.

“Amore mio, I’ll talk to you when I get home—when your head is cooler,” I heard him call out just as I stepped out of his office.

Leonardo, his assistant, stood by the door, stiff as a board. He avoided my gaze, his expression betraying his unease at my calm demeanor. But the moment I entered the elevator, my composure cracked. I leaned weakly against the wall, my hands trembling with anger, pain, and betrayal.

Tears welled up in my eyes despite the wall I’d built around my heart. I thought I could face this without breaking, but hell! Seeing them together in that office tore me apart. I laughed bitterly at my own naivety. All this time, they’d been doing it in the very office Javier and I never dared to. He’d insisted it was only for “business matters,” that we couldn’t risk being seen.

But with her? Oh, with her, it was fine. It disgusted me. I was head over heels in love with him, and all the while, he was on a completely different page.

I wiped my tears hastily as the elevator doors opened. I stepped out, masking my face with indifference, and walked briskly through the lobby toward the entrance. Caleb, my driver, was already waiting, holding the car door open.

As I was heading to the Rave, an upfront bar to hide the illegal fighting club that I helped formed with Javier to one financial support of the weak cartel.

My phone pinged. It was Javier text telling me to give a plan how to smuggle the arms secretly without the police interferring, since the Italian Police had been tightly monitoring every illegal arms and drugs na pumapasok sa bansa nila.

I was always the one who made sure the cartel men won't mess up, ensuring an escaped route.

Luka Dela Jose was one of the head of police department in Italy that one tipping me off and even helped me in every of my business, I used my family name  and my family influence to help Javier.

But this time, I'll do nothing.

Suddenly a two black car had stopped in front of us abruptly, Caleb stopped the car so suddenly that I was not expecting hitting my hid on the driver's headrest of the impact, and I was dazed a bit.

Then before my sesnes back, I heard gunshot, Caleb was firing so as the man with black mask, and I tried to grab the gun on my bag but the door swung opened, and grabbed my arm drugging me out.

An ached in my heart seeing Caleb shot dead, and I was thrown inside a van, my head hit on the window pane making me dizzy.

And felt the blood in my forehead. Then someone grabbed me to make me sit, then stabbed my neck with something, making me consciousness.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was an empty room, and I was standing my arm  raised  bounded by a chain.

Who had taken me?

The door swung opened, and two man in black masked entered. I was trying to figure out who's rival men were the two.

Then my eyes widened  seeing the other one entered.

“You...!” I muttered.