Chapter 9 - The Fall of the Vixen
The revelation hit the grand ballroom with the force of a tactical strike.
The psychological leverage Marcella had weaponized for seven years was entirely obliterated. She wasn't holding a dark secret about a runaway wife; she was desperately trying to cover up her own treacherous assassination of the syndicate's beloved queen.
The high-society elites and the hardened mafia captains stared at the woman in the crimson gown with pure, unfiltered disgust. In their world, betrayal was common, but murdering a pregnant woman to steal a throne was a crime that demanded absolute, horrific retribution.
"You ripped a crown off my daughter's head," Dominic stated, his voice completely devoid of any remaining mercy. "You slapped the child whose mother died to give her life. You tried to poison her memory with your disgusting, pathetic jealousy."
Marcella dropped to her knees on the carpet, throwing her hands up in a desperate, sobbing gesture of surrender.
"Dominic, I'm sorry!" Marcella wailed, the glamorous, arrogant woman entirely replaced by a pathetic, weeping coward. "I was sick! I wasn't thinking straight! We're family! Please, don't kill me! I'll leave the country! You'll never see me again!"
Dominic looked down at her, feeling absolutely zero pity.
"You are not family," Dominic decreed, his voice echoing with the absolute finality of a king banishing a traitor. "Family protects each other. You are a parasite."
He didn't pull a weapon. He didn't execute her in front of the birthday party. That would be too quick, too merciful. He simply looked at the massive, silent bodyguards blocking the doors.
"Take her to the warehouse," Dominic ordered coldly. "And contact the underbosses. Tell them we are having a closed-door tribunal tonight regarding the murder of my wife. She will answer to the entire syndicate for her treason."
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Two massive enforcers marched forward, hauling Marcella roughly up from the floor. She screamed and thrashed, her expensive diamond earrings catching the light as she was dragged brutally out of the bright, cinematic ballroom, disappearing into the dark, terrifying reality of mafia justice.
👉 Continue to Part 10 for the heartwarming final conclusion.
