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.

Chapter 2

After that day, I became the laughingstock of the entire family.

Those mafia members who used to revere me for my skills still called me Madre, but they all secretly ridiculed me for not being able to keep my husband in check.

I didn't take the insult lying down. I gathered my trusted aides and got them to tie up those guys and Rebecca, then suspend them from a crane at the dock.

I wanted all of Savon to see the Don's core subordinates and beloved lover in the most embarrassing state.

As I expected, Casper burst into my room that night, smelling of gunpowder. He pushed me onto the bed, firmly tightening his grip around my neck.

I just gazed at his frenzied state and revealed the brightest smile. "Did you like the gift I prepared for you?"

His expression darkened even more. Suddenly, he kissed me, wantonly ravaging my mouth with his tongue.

Such a violent kiss reminded me of the past, and I subconsciously reciprocated, circling my legs around his waist out of habit.

He brushed his hands, steeped in the smell of blood, against my thigh. My whole body trembled, and I felt something hot and wet between my legs.

Then, he stopped, looking disgustedly at me, flushed to the ears from the teasing.

"To think you'd still react to me treating you like this. Are you that cheap?"

I stiffened on the spot, and the flush in my cheeks instantly vanished, leaving just bone-chilling cold.

Before I could retort, he had already turned to wipe his hands with a towel, as if touching me was such a shameful matter.

"I'll let you off this time for the sake of our many years together. But if you touch Rebecca again, I'll destroy you."

I lay on the bed, my body feeling so cold that it was almost numb. I felt like a doll that had been tossed in the garbage dump on a rainy day.

"Casper, let's get a divorce," I said, disheartened.

However, he rejected it without any hesitation. "No way."

"Why?"

I thought that he still harbored some feelings for me, and I couldn't help the slight anticipation growing in my heart.

However, he scoffed. "Even if I don't love you anymore, I still have some use for you."

"Piss off!" I raised my hand and ruthlessly slapped him with all my might.

As I watched him leave without a single glance back, tears slid soundlessly down my cheeks.

I couldn't understand. What had caused our relationship to deteriorate beyond recognition?

Before turning 18, I had been a pure lily carefully nurtured by my parents, who were part of the mafia.

They didn't wish for me to be embroiled in a dangerous life in the mafia, so they deliberately cut me off from any criminal affairs. I lived in ignorant bliss without a single worry, just like a regular person.

That lasted until that betrayal.

I witnessed my parents protect the former Don with their lives, but the enemy had strength in numbers. In the end, all three of them were gunned down by a volley of bullets.

Since I was their daughter and Casper's childhood friend, I was abducted by the enemy and imprisoned underground. I endured a month of inhumane torture.

When Casper burst through the door with his men, I was curled up frightfully in a corner like a lifeless, broken doll.

By then, I had already resolved to die.

It was Casper who caressed my cheek and kissed my hair, saying, "Vivian, you have to live on and avenge yourself and our parents. Together, we will make them die miserably."

He revived my will to live, and I hugged him back tightly amid the pile of corpses.

Having lost everything we had, we hugged each other with all our might, as if we were each other's world.

After returning, Casper got down on one knee and proposed to me, despite all the objections.

He vowed before everyone that, as long as he was there, no one would dare to harm me again.

He took over the crumbling family and disposed of all the turncoats using the cruelest methods.

He spent all day and night handling the family's affairs, letting the severely weakened organization recover slowly.

During his rare leisure hours, he would take my hand and personally instruct me in fistfighting, handling firearms, and how to kill a person.

Back then, Casper had done all of that because he wished for me to have a means to protect myself in dangerous situations in the future.

He never thought that the first time I would shoot to kill would be to save him.

After that, I had nightmares for half a month. He felt guilty and pulled me into his embrace, comforting me carefully.

But I never regretted it. I didn't want him to worry, so I did my best to overcome it.

After my first kill, I started killing more people.

I gradually turned from a person who felt sorry for accidentally stepping on an ant into the family's Underboss, who slaughtered countless people.

I had turned myself into a blade that only killed for him.

Chapter 3

After spending the whole night crying my eyes out, I made up my mind.

As the sun rose, I did my makeup, put on my best tailored suit, and went to Rebecca's room.

I kicked open her door, ignored her confused expression, and placed a contract in her hand.

"Sign here, and you'll be the greatest Madre in Savon."

"Please believe me when I say I really don't have any feelings for Don Leone…"

I looked at her pitiful face and empty gaze, doing my best to suppress the urge to slap her.

"Cut the act. If you won't sign, prepare to die. I don't want to waste my breath on a lowly woman like you."

Rebecca shrank back a little, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Madre, I refused the Don, but he said he couldn't help it…"

I couldn't stand it anymore. I immediately slapped her face with the back of my hand.

"Are you done? Sign it."

She shook her head, pursing her lips.

I turned and ordered my men, "Bleed her dry and feed her to the sharks."

With that, I turned to leave, ignoring the despairing sobs behind me like Casper had done to me in the past.

When I returned home, I threw myself on the couch, unable to stop myself from recalling all of our sweet memories.

My phone vibrated. It was a message from one of my men. "Madre! Bad news! She was pregnant, and she miscarried while we were escorting her."

30 minutes later, I sat blankly on the couch, facing an enraged Casper.

"Casper, listen to me. Don't—"

He rushed forward in large strides, pressing me down on the couch and covering my mouth with his hand.

I struggled desperately, but I lacked the strength—not because I wasn't strong enough, but because he was the one pressing me down.

He gripped my underwear and brutally ripped it to shreds, as if he were facing a prisoner.

Memories of the torture I had endured in captivity came flooding back, and my whole body shook. The cries that spilled from my lips as I lay at his mercy sounded utterly despairing.

Casper panted heavily by my ear, whispering the words that hurt me to the core, "You've already done this with so many men, so why are you pretending?"

I abruptly stiffened. I felt like I was looking at a demon who had just climbed out of hell.

When Casper saw my expression, a flash of regret crossed his face for a split second. However, he quickly stepped up his pace.

"Did you forget? You were locked up in that basement for a month. When I found you, what I saw underneath—

I struggled out of his grasp with all my might and struck him across the face.

"How dare you bring that up? I hate you! I hate you so much, Casper Leone!"

He knew that month was the darkest time of my life, but he mercilessly used it like a blade for the sake of a new lover, stabbing me again and again.

"I am your boss. I can do whatever I want with you."

He stood up and looked down at me like I was a stray dog begging for scraps on the sidewalk.

"Think about it, Vivian. Who would want a used madwoman like you apart from me?"

He straightened his collar and expressionlessly turned to give his men orders. "Handcuff Vivian. According to the family's third rule, those who go against the Don's orders will be punished severely."

Chapter 4

Casper spent the next few days torturing me in different ways.

He made the doctor start injecting me with sedatives, calling it treatment. To outsiders, I had finally become "quiet" and "docile".

He found a tattoo artist to tattoo the symbol of a traitor on my clavicle in front of everyone. He said it would let everyone know that I was a lunatic who needed to be restrained.

During a family meeting, he ordered me to kneel before everyone and let his men take turns listing all the crazy things I had done in the past. The person who listed the most deeds would be allowed to slap me.

He forced me to kneel at his feet in the room we slept in during our honeymoon, repeating how I had been humiliated by his enemies over and over again.

On the 20th day, I guessed he had grown tired of it, so he gave me the most fatal blow.

He brought Rebecca, dressed in a pure white wedding dress, before me. He then forced me to watch as he gently took her dress off, kissed her aroused body, and brought her to heights she had never reached before by repeatedly hitting her deepest spots.

I lay on the cold floorboards, smelling the scent of their intercourse and listening to their passionate moans. I felt like I had died again.

Once he had thoroughly destroyed me, Casper returned my freedom.

"Punishment's over, Vivian. I hope you'll remember this lesson."

He ordered his men to throw me into an open space in the rose garden. Rebecca leaned against his chest, as quiet as a truly untainted lily.

I couldn't tell if I was crying or laughing as I staggered back to my room by myself.

Casper naturally believed that I was a loyal dog who would feel grateful for his leniency. However, he didn't know that a dog pushed to its limits would still bite its owner.

Besides, I was a mad dog.

I grabbed the phone I hadn't used in a while and called my best friend, Anna Lucenti.

"Anna, I need the pseudocide pills you developed as soon as possible. Also, help me contact Viper's men. Tell them I want to work with them to take down Don Leone."

Chapter 5

After taking care of everything, I locked myself in my room and no longer looked for Casper.

He spent all day indulging in Rebecca's warmth to the point that I heard he was even neglecting the family's affairs.

By the time I received Anna's pseudocide pill through a back channel, it was already evening.

I hid the capsule in my tight-fitting clothes. That was when my emergency communicator rang. Our enemies had attacked a cargo ship that was about to return to the dock, and all high-ranking members were ordered to provide backup immediately.

In less than ten minutes, Casper pushed the door open and looked at my miserable state in revulsion.

"There's a situation at the dock. Come with me."

I knew the long-awaited opportunity had arrived, so I scoffed and taunted him, "You'd let a traitor like me help? What a joke."

"You're the most experienced at dealing with these matters. This is an order, not a request."

Without waiting for me to retort, he forcefully hauled me out the door and shoved me into a bulletproof limousine that had stopped by the entrance.

Rebecca was in the front passenger seat. Hearing us arrive, she turned and raised her chin at me, then shot me a fake smile.

I turned my head to look out the window, filled with disgust.

It looked like Casper had really gone insane—he was even bringing his blind, feeble lover along at a time like this.

The car pulled to a stop, and Casper eagerly carried Rebecca out in his arms. The territory we had captured all those years ago had become a site to show off their love.

Rebecca's attention seemed glued to Casper, and she even exclaimed over how he assigned his subordinates tasks.

Casper seemed to be eating it all up, and he smiled, reaching out to help her fix the collar of her coat. "It's windy, so don't stand in the draft."

I lay sprawled across the blindage, preparing to snipe our enemies. When I saw how intimate Casper and Rebecca were acting, I almost threw up.

Just as I narrowed my eyes and aimed at them, ready to fire a shot, a sudden earsplitting explosion sounded from the sea.

The entire dock instantly fell into chaos. Flames shot into the sky, and the enemy's speedboats surrounded us from all directions.

"Damn it! It's a trap!" Casper roared, picking Rebecca up in his arms. "Everyone, bring up the rear and cover our retreat!"

I endured the sharp pain and crawled up, jumping off the containers and stumbling over to the far end of the dock.

The safehouse Casper and I had constructed together years ago was over there. It was a secret only the two of us knew.

But just as my fingers were about to brush the doorknob, Casper suddenly rushed over and shoved me to the ground. I crashed heavily onto the gravel, and my knee was slashed deeply to the bone.

He didn't look back as he helped Rebecca into the safehouse immediately. Then, he also slipped in and prepared to swiftly lock the door.

"Casper! You've gone mad!" I roared. "This is our safehouse. If you let her in, what about me?"

Rebecca shrank behind the door, looking pitiful as she tugged at Casper's sleeve, her eyes welling up with tears. "Casper, what's going on? I'm scared…"

Casper's stern expression immediately softened. He gently stroked Rebecca's head and said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Then, he turned to me, his voice carrying an unquestionable command. "Vivian, you've received professional training. You can work this out yourself."

"No! You can't cast me aside and run away yourself!" I cried.

His foot suddenly shot out to kick me away. The force behind that kick was so great that a metallic taste instantly rushed up my throat.

I clutched my aching chest, unable to say anything else. I watched helplessly as he closed the safehouse's door, his face devoid of any expression.

Almost at that exact moment, the second explosion erupted from a much closer distance.

I spat out a mouthful of blood. With my survival instincts, I quickly found the largest container nearby to hide behind.

Fresh blood kept dripping from my mouth. I took my phone out and sent Anna a final message. "Commence the plan. Come to this location to pick me up."

Then, I took out the pseudocide pill and swallowed it with the help of the fresh blood in my mouth.

I thought, "Casper, embrace your little lily and enjoy your final moments of happiness."

The show was about to begin.