Dethroning My Mafia Husband
Daisy Swift · Ongoing · 7.3k Words
Introduction
At an auction, she openly sneered in my face, writing me off as nothing more than a brainless, decorative trophy wife. So, I cut off her access to my accounts.
When the bill came due, she was humiliated, and the club's muscle locked her in a holding cell overnight.
The moment Kai found out, he retaliated on my birthday. Freezing my card, he gave me a brutal ultimatum: pay the astronomical club tab yourself, or strip and crawl before the city's mob bosses.
What he doesn't know? I am Seraphina Voss, the hidden heir to North America's most powerful mafia empire.
And everything Kai currently clings to—every inch of turf, every dirty dollar, every ounce of power—was given to him by me.
Chapter 1
My husband Kai Rainer's little assistant treated my personal fortune like her private piggy bank.
At an auction, she openly sneered in my face, writing me off as nothing more than a brainless, decorative trophy wife. So, I cut off her access to my accounts.
When the bill came due, she was humiliated, and the club's muscle locked her in a holding cell overnight.
The moment Kai found out, he retaliated on my birthday. Freezing my card, he gave me a brutal ultimatum: pay the astronomical club tab yourself, or strip and crawl before the city's mob bosses.
What he doesn't know? I am Seraphina Voss, the hidden heir to North America's most powerful mafia empire.
And everything Kai currently clings to—every inch of turf, every dirty dollar, every ounce of power—was given to him by me.
...
"Declined, Mrs. Rainer. Do you have an alternative payment method?"
The server's frigid tone slammed the gavel down on my public humiliation.
I stared at the Obsidian Reserve card resting on the tray.
Kai had pressed that card into my palm just this morning.
"Happy birthday, Elara. Treat yourself tonight. The whole bill is on me."
His thumb had stroked my cheek so tenderly I actually believed, just for a fleeting second, that three years of marriage had finally earned me a shred of genuine affection.
And now? He was a ghost. I had dialed his number a dozen times in a row, greeted by nothing but the tone of a dead line.
The Obsidian Vault was neutral ground, governed by the city's ruthless underground factions.
You didn't come here and fail to settle a tab unless you were prepared to pay with blood.
Vince Torre, the floor manager, stepped up. His practiced, obsequious smile was gone, replaced by a sneer.
"Mrs. Rainer, my patience is wearing incredibly thin," Vince said.
"We're winding down for the night, and The Obsidian Vault does not offer credit lines. I'm bound by club rules to collect. You know exactly how our world operates, don't you?"
The remaining patrons—men in bespoke suits and their glittering arm candy—began to turn, their predatory eyes fixing on me. Whispers hissed through the dim lighting, followed by muffled, echoing snickers.
A chill crawled up my spine as I scanned the room.
It was my birthday. Kai had reserved the VIP level and ordered the most exorbitant champagne... but he didn't close it off to the public. He practically rolled out a red carpet for every mobster in Haven's Reach to bear witness.
A sick, twisting realization hit my gut. He choreographed this entire trap just to get back at me for his little assistant, Lila.
Before I could process the betrayal, the Vault's heavy doors swung open. The bouncers scrambled to clear a path.
In strolled Kai Rainer.
He looked as immaculate and deadly as ever, but it was the woman glued to his side that made my stomach churn—Lila Maro.
Her face was illuminated by a triumphant grin. Trailing right behind them was a pack of Kai's loyal capos and aggressive new-money lieutenants, their faces glowing with cruel anticipation, like sharks scenting blood in the water.
"Well, well. You always loved throwing your weight around with that wallet of yours, didn't you, Elara?"
Lila purred, draping herself over Kai's chest and looping her arms around his neck. Her eyes locked onto mine, toxic and bright.
"So, why don't you get a taste of what really happens to deadbeats on mafia turf?"
The room erupted. Jeers, catcalls, and raucous laughter bounced off the walls.
"Word is she crawled straight out of the gutters of the Brickside District. Just got lucky the boss wanted a pretty toy," one of the capos sneered loudly. "Did the stray dog actually think Kai would put a crown on her?"
"Absolute delusion," a woman laughed. "This is the underworld, sweetheart. A pretty face doesn't buy you real power. She honestly believed she was a wife, not a temporary plaything."
"She's been riding Rainer's coattails, playing dress-up over in the Golden Ridge Estates," another voice chimed in. "Everybody knows a Don's heart doesn't stay in one bed. The second he found someone fresher, her good days were done."
I stood frozen against the bar, driving my nails so viciously into my palms that they almost drew blood. A white-hot fury roared against my ribs, suffocating and thick.
Exactly what I suspected. My husband had orchestrated my public execution.
Ignoring my burning gaze, Kai guided Lila to the center of the VIP section. A waiter pulled out the towering, velvet-lined Veyra chair, and Kai sank into it.
"Take it easy, Lila," Kai murmured, his voice dripping with indulgent affection for the woman sitting on his armrest. "Whatever embarrassment she put you through, I promise you'll get it paid back double tonight."
Lila's eyes sparkled with joy. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, right in front of my face.
"Thank you, Kai," she breathed.
Then she whipped her head toward me.
"You're nothing but a parasite, Elara. You live off a man's wallet. What gave you the right to freeze my card? To try and cut me off?"
Before I could even form a response, Lila snatched a custom-crafted crystal bottle of imported liquor from the ice bucket—a vintage worth tens of thousands—and hurled it at my feet.
Shards of jagged crystal exploded across the floor. The liquid splashed against my shins, instantly soaking the hem of my couture gown. The heavy, sharp stench of alcohol flooded the air.
Lila threw her head back, cackling wildly.
"See that, Elara? Kai's covering my expenses tonight! I could shatter every damn bottle in the Vault and walk out of here smiling. But you? I bet you can't even afford to dry-clean that pathetic rented dress!"
Kai slouched back in the chair, watching me with apathetic eyes.
"Don't look at me like you want to kill me, Elara," he drawled casually, his voice cutting through the noise. "This is the underworld. If you've got your own money, then by all means—prove it. Pay your tab and walk out with your dignity intact."
"Dignity?" Lila shrieked with laughter. "She couldn't afford a glass of tap water in this place!"
"With the tab on this floor alone?" a capo whistled from the back. "Plus all the bottles that got popped? She'd have to sell half her life to make a dent!"
"Without the Rainer name backing her up, she couldn't even step past the front door."
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