Her Mafia Husband Exiled Her to the Streets — Until He Sat at Her Restaurant Table and Saw Her Eight-Month Baby Bump

Isabella completely collapsed onto the marble stairs, sobbing pathetically. The untouchable, high-society queen was utterly ruined in a matter of seconds.

"Please!" Isabella begged, crawling down the stairs toward Vincent’s polished black shoes. "I'll leave! I'll annul the engagement! Just let me walk away!"

Vincent didn't yell. The terrifying restraint in his posture was absolute.

"You threw my pregnant wife onto the freezing streets with nothing," Vincent stated coldly. "You will leave this house exactly the same way."

He didn't bend down. He simply looked at the massive, five-carat diamond engagement ring resting on her trembling finger.

"Take it," Vincent ordered his bodyguards.

Two massive guards immediately stepped forward. They violently grabbed Isabella by her arms, hauling her up from the floor. One of the guards roughly yanked the multimillion-dollar diamond ring right off her manicured finger.

"No! My ring!" Isabella shrieked like a banshee, kicking wildly.

"Strip her offshore accounts," Vincent commanded, turning his back on her entirely. "Transfer every dime to a trust fund for my child. Then take her down to the precinct and hand her over to the detectives with the audio evidence of her extortion. Deny her bail."

Isabella thrashed and screamed hysterically as the guards dragged her violently out the grand front doors. Her expensive red silk gown tore as she was thrown into the back of a security vehicle, her reign of terror permanently destroyed.