The Mafia Boss Brought His Mistress Home to His Wife — Until He Saw the Photograph She Left Beside Her Wedding Ring

"I didn't know!" Bianca wept, thrashing wildly against the table. "Dante, my father will wage war on you! The merger is worth billions! You can't kill me!"

"I don't care about the billions," Dante stated coldly, his grip tightening just enough to cut off her air supply.

He didn't snap her neck. A quick death in his foyer was far too generous for the monster who had murdered his unborn twins.

Dante reached into his black suit jacket with his free hand. He pulled out his encrypted, secure smartphone.

"While you were busy trying to replace my wife," Dante explained smoothly, his voice echoing with absolute doom, "I was securing the administrative access to your family's offshore accounts for the merger."

Bianca’s eyes widened in sheer, paralyzing terror.

"I just triggered the override protocols," Dante continued, tapping the screen once with his thumb. "I seized every single dollar your family owns. I liquidated your trust funds. I transferred the port territories entirely into my holding company. Your family is completely, permanently bankrupt."

Bianca let out a high-pitched, horrific squeal of pure agony, clawing desperately at his tattooed hand.

"And I just forwarded the digital ledgers to the federal authorities," Dante added ruthlessly. "Your father isn't going to wage war. He's going to a maximum-security prison for the rest of his life."

He violently threw the sobbing, ruined woman onto the marble floor.