Too Late To Beg, Mr. Mafia Don

For two years, I played the perfect, silent wife to Damien Moretti, the ruthless Don of the New York mafia.

But tonight, he threw a thick manila envelope onto our nightstand. It was an annulment.

"Giuliana is back. She's dying, and I am done playing house with you."

His first love had returned, supposedly sick with terminal cancer. He demanded I sign the papers and leave the penthouse immediately so he could rush to her side. He looked at me with absolute disgust, expecting me to break down and beg. When she later staged a fake assassination attempt to frame me, Damien blindly believed her pathetic tears. He dragged me to the hospital, ready to unleash his murderous wrath on me for daring to touch his precious white rose.

I looked at the man I had shared a bed with for two years. He was supposed to be a powerful, calculating leader, yet he was completely blinded by a cheap liar and a forged medical report. He actually thought I was just a weak, greedy socialite who would quietly take the fall.

He had no idea that behind my docile mask, I was 'K', the digital underworld's most elusive hacker.

I calmly signed the papers, took his millions, and pulled the real security footage of his perfectly healthy ex.

At tonight's family dinner, I am going to shatter her fragile facade and make the Don choke on his own stupidity before I walk away for good.