Chapter 1

Upon learning of my death, my mafia ex-husband, Casper Leone, was overcome with grief and kneeled before my grave for three days and nights. Everyone praised him for his deep affection and felt sorry for me. Half a year later, I became the most esteemed VIP guest in the pleasure district's male escort bar. I sipped on champagne while caressing the hunks' eight-packs, smiling with wild abandon. Suddenly, a surprised cry erupted from the crowd. I looked up, only to meet Casper's gaze. His shocked expression turned icy, then his eyes reddened. … Every mafia member in Savon knew that we, Vivian Fiore and Casper Leone, were the craziest couple around. We started hanging out when we were 14, got married when we were 18, and were still deeply in love with each other at 28. He was great at handling the family business in both legitimate and criminal circles, while I was his sharpest blade—his most loyal dog. I killed all of his business rivals, and he strove for anything that caught my eye. Everyone thought we were destined to be tied together in violence for the rest of our lives. I also assumed as much—until that blind woman named Rebecca Bellini appeared before us. She was a new masseuse with a serene, beautiful appearance, along with a pair of fair, supple hands. She gave all of the family's high-ranking members massages, including Casper and me. She took very good care of everyone, especially us, but her service seemed a bit too meticulous. Every time Casper finished a difficult task, she would thoughtfully prepare a pot of hot black tea for him to loosen up. Such cheap tenderness actually made a cold-blooded murderer like Casper completely captivated. I couldn't endure it anymore when I spotted them secretly strolling through the rose garden I carefully tended for the third time. The previous two times, I had hysterically tossed all of Casper's precious watches into the pool. This time, however, I summoned the ultimate homewrecker herself—Rebecca. "You should've heard of my reputation," I said, skillfully twirling the dagger in my hand. Casper had gifted it to me on my 16th birthday. "I threw the last person who coveted my position as Madre into the Enverness Sea and fed her to the sharks." Rebecca turned pale. Caught off guard, she lowered her head and anxiously grabbed the hem of her clothes. "Madre, that wasn't my intent. I was just giving Don Leone a massage—" I flung a stack of photos at her face. "A massage? What kind of massage would involve his hand sneaking into your private parts?" She started stuttering. I chuckled coldly. The dagger in my hand flew past her face, missing it by a hair's breadth and embedding itself straight into the wall behind her. "Guards! Take her away. Those great white sharks must be absolutely starving." As soon as I said that, the office door was abruptly forced open. Casper's suit was disheveled, and the look he shot me was terrifyingly icy. He ignored me, walking over to Rebecca to pick her up. "Don't be afraid. I'll take you home." I immediately stood up from the couch. "Casper! If you dare take her away, I'll put my next bullet through her pretty little head!" He didn't falter in his steps, turning a deaf ear to me. He was absorbed in carrying his princess out and couldn't be bothered to utter a single word to me. I was raving mad. My gun rang out with a bang, and the bullet left a scorched bullet hole in the wall. Then, I rushed straight to Rebecca and yanked her over, holding my gun against her neck. "Fine, then! I'll let you watch her die with your own eyes!" Casper finally turned to look at me. Those gray eyes, which used to shine only for me, were now just filled with utter revulsion. He grabbed my wrist and ruthlessly pressed me against the cold wall. "Vivian, are you done throwing your tantrum? It's been 20 years, and I've been putting up with your madness every day. Rebecca's not like you. She's gentle, obedient, and makes me feel like I'm not just a worthless person who only cleans up your messes!" "Gentle? You wanted someone gentle? Why didn't you say so earlier?" My fingers dug into his skin. Without any regard for my own dignity, I asked, "When you were surrounded by your enemies at 23, who was the one who took two bullets for you, turned the tables on them, and almost died in the alley after that? "Three years ago, when your goods were intercepted by Carran's army, who was the one who single-handedly broke in and got them back for you? "It was me! The person you're rejecting for not being gentle enough!" I roared. He suddenly throttled my neck, yelling through clenched teeth, "That was your duty! Vivian, you are my subordinate first and my wife second!" In that suffocating dizziness, I looked at his face—just inches from mine and filled with utter loathing—and suddenly laughed. I mustered all my strength and said, "Casper, I didn't need to join these mafia disputes. You were the one who pulled me into this chaos." He had turned me from a lamb into a wolf. My words seemed to sting Casper. He slowly released his grip, a glimmer of hesitation appearing in his gaze. "The past is in the past. I'm tired—don't push me any further." I lost all my strength and crumpled to the floor, watching helplessly as he picked Rebecca up once more and left.