His Wife, His Uncle's Obsession

The moment the ICU doors closed on my dying grandmother, my grief twisted into pure, uncontrollable rage. I wrenched free of my husband’s iron grip and slapped the untouchable Mafia Don across the face with everything I had. 💔😭 I had endured his brutal punishments, his coldness, and the daily humiliation of his pregnant mistress, Lia. But seeing Lia standing outside the emergency room in flawless makeup, pretending to cry while my only family fought for her life, snapped the very last thread of my sanity. Luca had immediately stepped between us, shielding his mistress and violently shoving me back to protect her. He refused to believe that Lia had orchestrated this crisis to secure her unborn baby's inheritance. Blinded by his extreme bias, he left me no choice but to make him bleed. The terrifying part wasn't the blood pooling at the corner of his mouth, but the chilling silence that followed. He didn't explode in fury; he simply wrapped his arm around Lia and walked toward the elevator. It was then I remembered the surgery consent form I had just signed—with one word to his doctors, he could ensure my grandmother never woke up again. 😱⚠️ ad.readinkapp.com

"Stop! The voltage is too high! You're killing her!" 😱 I pounded frantically on the ICU glass, screaming until my throat tasted like blood. But the nurse inside didn't even flinch, her hand hovering over the defibrillator button. Two massive bodyguards disguised as medical staff twisted my arms behind my back, treating me like a rabid dog. Through the window, I saw my grandmother's frail body arch violently as the lethal electrical current surged through her. A piercing, endless beep filled the corridor as the heart monitor flatlined. Standing just steps away, Lia wiped fake tears from her flawless makeup, but her eyes met mine with a cold, victorious glint. She thought she had won when Luca threw me into the underground dungeon to rot. But she didn't know that the woman who dropped those suicide pills in the dark was no longer a grieving granddaughter—she was a monster coming for their blood. ad.readinkapp.com

"Who told you to touch that?!" Luca's roar shook the dusty study as he snatched the old photograph from my hands. His fingers were white-knuckled, his dark eyes churning with a terrifying mix of rage and panic. I stared at the crushed photo of the dead girl in the ballet dress. Her eyes, the curve of her smile—they were an exact mirror of my own. Suddenly, my husband's unexplained cruelty and his uncle's strange kindness made perfect, humiliating sense. "I look like her, don't I?" I asked quietly. "Shut up!" Luca snarled, grabbing my chin with bruising force. "You're not worthy of saying Claire's name! You are nothing but a cheap copy!" I smiled as a single tear slipped down my cheek. "If I disgust you this much, then let's end this marriage." I thought he would gladly sign the papers. I didn't know my defiance would shatter his sanity, triggering a brutal, irreversible punishment right there on his desk. ad.readinkapp.com