I Resign: The Mafia Boss's Unwanted Wife

I was gasping for air on the cold marble floor of the Syndicate Ball, my lungs seizing in a familiar, lethal rhythm. My inhaler was just five feet away, but it might as well have been miles. Dante Moretti, the man who bought my life with his blood eight years ago, looked right at me. He saw my panic. He saw the weakness he despised. Then, he turned his back on me to continue waltzing with his mistress. That betrayal was just the beginning. When the elevator trapped us days later, the lights flickering and the air growing thin, Dante didn't hesitate. He pried the doors open and carried Sofia out like a fragile bride. He left me—his wife with a diagnosed respiratory condition—alone in the suffocating dark to die. He missed my birthday dinner to comfort her on a Ferris Wheel, leaving me to celebrate with a single candle on a slice of toast. I finally realized that to him, I wasn't a wife to be cherished. I was just property to be owned. Something inside me didn't just break; it clicked into place. I stopped waiting for him to come home. I left my wedding ring on the table, blocked his number, and walked out into the night. Now, Dante is tearing the city apart to find me, claiming he realizes his mistake. But he's too late. Because the man standing beside me now isn't offering me a diamond ring or empty promises. He just handed me a loaded Glock and asked if I wanted to be his Queen.

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Chapter 5

Elena POV

I bad retreated to a diner across town, seeking the anonymity of a corner booth.

I was nursing a burger.

Alone.

My phone rang, shattering the grease-scented quiet.

Dante.

I let it ring.

It rang again. And again. A persistent, demanding trill that refused to be ignored.

A male colleague, Mark from accounting, happened to be walking past my table on his way out.

"Is that your phone?" he asked, pausing with an amused smirk.

I nodded, staring at the screen.

"It's annoying," he laughed, clearly mistaking our work proximity for friendship.

Before I could react, he reached over and snatched it off the table.

"Hello?" Mark said cheerfully, answering for me like it was a joke.

The silence on the other end was heavy, instantly suffocating the air between us.

"Who is this?" Dante's voice was absolute ice.

"Uh, Mark. From accounting," Mark stammered, his smile faltering. "Who is this?"

"Put Elena on the phone. Now. Or I will cut your tongue out."

Mark drained of all color.

He handed me the phone like it was a live grenade, his fingers trembling.

"It's... for you."

I pressed the phone to my ear.

"Where are you?" Dante demanded.

"Eating."

"With a man?"

"He's just a colleague, Dante."

"Send me your location. I'm coming to get you."

"I'm fine, Dante. I don't need—"

"Send it. Now."

The command brooked no argument. I sent the pin.

And then, I waited.

I finished my burger, every bite tasting like ash.

I finished my fries, watching the clock on the wall tick forward.

The diner closed at 11:30. The staff began stacking chairs around me.

He never came.

With a sinking feeling in my gut, I checked Instagram.

Sofia had posted a story just minutes ago.

It was a photo of a hospital wristband.

The caption read: My hero never leaves my side.

The realization hit me harder than the silence.

He wasn't coming.

He was never coming.

I stood up, leaving the empty plate behind, and went home.

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8.4

Betrayed By Him: Marrying The Mafia Ghost

8.4

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9.1

Cashmere Cruelty - A Mafia Romance

9.1

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8.4

He Wants Me Dead Or Alive

8.4

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8.6

His Merit, Her New Beginning

8.6

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8.1

His Vow, Her Vendetta

8.1

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Action Mafia Modern

I Resign: The Mafia Boss's Unwanted Wife

Chapter 5

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