Quit the Mafia Crown, Took the Healer Scalpel Chapter 06

Quit the Mafia Crown, Took the Healer Scalpel Chapter 06

Lina blinked.

Of course she remembered.

Seven years ago, their wedding had shaken all of New York, and fireworks lit up Manhattan all night.

Dante had held her and said she was the only one he would ever love.

Now it only seemed absurd and ironic.

She lowered her eyes. “Oh, right. I forgot.”

Then she looked up and gave Dante a smile.

“Then Don Dante should get back to Iris soon. She’s your Donna now.”

Dante’s chest tightened at her words. “You’re right.”

He took her chin. “Lina, you were born to be a mistress, with a face built to lure men. Several already asked to have you when I’m done.”

He paused and leaned close, his breath warm against her ear.

“One offered Lower Manhattan territory. Another offered his new cargo terminal share, worth over a hundred million.”

Lina pulled out of his grip, her tone casual. “Is that so? Then I guess I’m worth a lot.”

Dante lowered his head and bit the corner of her mouth, hard enough to make her wince.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll actually give you away? House rules, mistresses are traded around.”

He stared at her, emotions he couldn’t name surging in his eyes.

“Lina, you know I love you too much to let you go.”

Alcohol and disgust churned in Lina’s stomach. She was weary of his grand declarations of love.

“You love me?” She laughed, mocking. “Dante, your love is cheap: Camila, Iris, a dozen more.”

“I was stupid, loving only you. Maybe I should try being unfaithful too.”

Dante’s face went cold, his eyes dark.

“Are you serious?”

Lina nodded calmly.

Dante stared at her for a few seconds, then let out a cold laugh.

The next second, he yanked open the private room door and shoved her inside.

His cold gaze swept over the rich young men, his tone careless.

“She’s yours for the night. Have your fun.”

The door slammed shut behind him.

It took Lina a few seconds to realize Dante had actually given her away.

She turned to leave, and a hand pressed down on her shoulder.

“Miss Iris, no need to rush off.”

Lina shook the hand off, her voice turning cold.

“I’m not Iris. I’m Lina Conti.”

The men went still, and the room fell into a frozen silence.

Someone laughed nervously. “What is Don Dante playing at?”

Lina turned to leave again.

But the door opened again.

Another rich young man walked in. “Guess what I just saw?”

“Mrs. Conti came to fetch Dante herself. Those two, so lovey-dovey. Tomorrow is their seventh anniversary; Dante booked the whole rooftop restaurant.”

The men looked at Lina differently.

“Claiming to be Mrs. Conti?” someone sneered. “Iris, you’ve got nerve.”

“Let’s teach this clueless little mistress a lesson for Don Dante.”

Lina opened her mouth to explain, but was dragged back before she could speak.

She fought and slapped their faces, but it only brought harsher restraint.

Someone held her chin and forced her to drink.

There was something in the alcohol.

As her consciousness began to fray, she watched the lights on the ceiling spin.

A night of chaos.

She couldn’t remember how many of them there were, or what she had screamed.

She only remembered the pain, all over her body.

When she woke the next day, dusk had already fallen outside the window.

Lina dragged herself up, her whole body aching as if it had been crushed.

The club hadn’t opened yet, and the hallway was empty.

She took out her phone.

The first message was a breaking-news push from New York media.

“Conti Family Patriarch Celebrates Seventh Wedding Anniversary with His Wife; Rooftop Dinner, Manhattan Fireworks All Night”

In the photo, the man was looking at Iris with the same tenderness he had once looked at her.

Lina let out a derisive laugh and deleted the notification.

The next message was from her lawyer.

“Ms. Lina, your divorce certificate is ready.”

Lina let out a long breath.

She went back to Brooklyn to pack her belongings and documents.

Looking at the crumbling rental set for demolition, all her love and hate burned to ash.

She took the next flight to Europe.

Outside the window, fireworks exploded across the sky, lighting up all of Manhattan.

Dante was celebrating their seventh anniversary.

Expressionless, Lina pulled down the shade and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes.

When she opened them again, it was a new life.