Not a Trophy Wife, but a Mafia Queen Chapter 09

Not a Trophy Wife, but a Mafia Queen Chapter 09

Behind him, Liliana finally snapped.

She let out a piercing shriek and burst into hysterical tears.

“Massimo, how could you do this to me?!”

“Four years! I’ve been with you for four years!”

“I am carrying your baby right now!”

“How can you just say you’ll cut me loose?”

She sobbed, her heart breaking spectacularly in front of everyone.

“You told me I was the only one you loved!”

“You said you only approached Ophelia because her family had money!”

“You said you were disgusted by her years ago?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Massimo whipped around and roared.

But that shout was entirely hollow, completely stripped of any real authority.

“Ophelia, don’t listen to her bullshit!”

“The person I love most has always been you!”

He turned back to me, his voice urgent, dripping with pathetic sycophancy.

He desperately wanted to erase every single word that had just come out of her mouth.

I slowly raised my hand.

One by one, I pried his fingers off my wrist.

My movements were agonizingly slow.

And freezing cold.

I looked him dead in the eye.

I delivered each word like ice.

“Do you honestly think—”

I let out a faint, effortless smile.

“—that I need you?”

The room went completely dead.

Even the hum of the air conditioning felt like too much noise.

I gave my final ultimatum.

“Sign the papers. Right now.”

“Otherwise—”

I locked eyes with him, my gaze utterly merciless.

“—we will see each other in federal court.”

“I highly doubt you want the entire high-society circle to find out exactly what dirty shit you’ve been pulling these past few years.”

The tension in the air cracked.

Right at that exact second.

The heavy double doors of the boardroom were thrown open.

Instinctively, everyone whipped their heads around.

The highest-ranking executives of the corporation marched in, one after another.

The Chief Financial Officer, the Head of Legal, the Chief Risk Officer, the Lead Auditor…

Every single major player was present.

They had been waiting outside the entire time, just waiting for my signal to enter.

Massimo’s face turned completely translucent.

He watched the very people who used to bow to him now line up directly behind me.

That visceral sensation of being utterly stripped of power made him panic for the very first time.

He looked down at the divorce agreement on the table.

His hand began to shake violently.

Finally, he grabbed the pen and signed.

The sharp scratch of the nib tearing across the paper sounded like metal scraping against bone.

He slammed the pen down the moment the final stroke was finished.

He snapped his head up to glare at me.

His eyes were filled with a toxic, uncontrollable malice.

“You’re going to regret this.”

The words tore from his throat. He spun on his heel and stormed out.

His retreating figure looked pathetic, practically fleeing the room.

Liliana chased after him in a blind panic, unable to even form a coherent sentence.

The boardroom was left with just me and the sea of top executives.

In the next second.

Every single executive bowed their heads in perfect unison.

“Donna.”

“We deeply apologize. This was our failure of oversight.”

I raised a hand, cutting them off.

“It has nothing to do with you.”

“I simply trusted the wrong man.”

I paused for a beat.

My gaze turned to absolute steel.

“But when a mistake is made, we crush it.”

Starting that very day.

The entire corporation began a massive internal purge.

It was a silent, mathematically precise storm.

I showed absolutely no mercy.

Every single employee who had aligned themselves with Massimo was terminated, one by one.

Including the girl at the front desk, Elena.

She sobbed and begged for forgiveness, screaming that she was just following orders.

I didn’t even waste a glance on her.

The finance department began a comprehensive audit.

Line by line.

They dragged every single one of Massimo’s financial transactions over the years out into the light.

Simultaneously, the legal department built the asset embezzlement case, preparing the criminal indictment.

By the time I finally finished cleaning up the wreckage.

An entire month had passed.

The corporation was running smoothly again.

Everything was moving in the right direction.

But practically overnight, major clients suddenly started backing out of deals, and our market share was aggressively squeezed.

The company’s market value plummeted by nearly ten percent.

I only found out the root cause during a brief intermission between executive meetings.

“Massimo… he started a rival firm. He set up his own operation,” my secretary reported in a hushed whisper.

“He managed to pull away a core group of our legacy clients.”

“He also rushed a launch to steal the market on our upcoming product line.”

“Right now, the media is saying…”

She hesitated, glancing at me nervously.

“…they’re saying you only took power because of your family trust, but you lack any actual competence to run the business.”

“He’s been hitting the industry circuit heavily, attending every major gala and forum.”

“He’s openly bragging that he’s going to destroy you.”

“He claims he’s going to force you to bow your head and beg for his forgiveness.”

I simply nodded, entirely unbothered.

“Understood.”

Very quickly.

The entire industry caught wind of the feud.

Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the circus.

They wanted to see which of the ex-spouses would ultimately come out on top.

And Liliana had completely dropped her victim act.

Flaunting her pregnant belly, she kept her arm tightly looped through Massimo’s.

Parading around as the new “Donna.”

She made sure to frequent every high-profile cocktail party, business forum, and charity gala in the city.

Her laughter was loud, arrogant, and deliberate.

During a recent gala, an associate tried to bait me.

“Donna, given the current bleeding of your market share… what is your next move?”

I merely offered a slow, calm smile.

“What’s the rush?”

“The real show—hasn’t even started yet.”