The Mafia Wife Who Took It All

## Chapter 1

I was the Mafia boss’s beloved wife—until he chained me like a dog and handed my child to another woman.

They thought I burned to death the night they set the warehouse ablaze.

But I returned with a new name, a new empire, and one goal: to burn them all from the inside out.

……

He chained me up the day his mistress told him she was pregnant.

The air inside the basement was thick with gasoline and betrayal. My wrists were bleeding, bound by iron cuffs fixed to the wall, while my husband, Lorenzo Moretti—the man I once loved—stood above me in his custom-tailored suit, smoking a cigarette like this was just another business transaction.

“Don’t look at me like that, Cassandra,” he said, blowing smoke in my face. “You knew this would happen if you crossed her.”

Her. Alessia. The polished little venom queen who wormed her way into our home with fake tears and real claws. She wasn’t even mafia-born. But her family had power, and Lorenzo? He wanted that power more than he ever wanted me.

“She pushed our son down the stairs, Lorenzo!” I screamed, throat raw from crying. “He almost broke his neck!”

Lorenzo didn’t flinch. “Your jealousy is exhausting.”

That was the moment I knew—I wasn’t his wife anymore. I was an inconvenience. A liability.

So he ordered the guards to burn the place down.

They poured fuel like holy water around the edges of the room while I begged and thrashed and swore I’d make them all pay. I screamed my son's name—Gabriel—until my voice gave out. But no one came.

Flames licked the walls like serpents. The door slammed shut.

And then darkness.

But death never came.

I woke up three days later in the filthy backroom of an abandoned butcher shop, bandaged and breathing, rescued by a man I didn’t expect—Dominic Vega.

A rival don. My husband’s enemy. My former enemy.

“You owe me now,” Dominic said as he handed me a glass of water. “And I always collect.”

I didn’t drink it.

I didn’t trust him.

But I nodded.

Because I knew something Lorenzo didn’t:

Cassandra Moretti died in that fire.

The woman who rose from the ashes had no more heart, no more hesitation—only vengeance.

And I wasn’t going to take back what was mine quietly.