Second Life: The Mafia Wife’s Cold Awakening Chapter 09

Second Life: The Mafia Wife’s Cold Awakening Chapter 09

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With Lucian and Liliana gone, the Vittori family purged every last rat from its ranks.

The Sorenzos lost their inside man. They backed off. No more provocations.

The city’s underbelly returned to its usual peace.

I took back full control of all dock operations and ran every part of the business.

After the blood dried, no one looked at me sideways anymore.

I’d proven it. I wasn’t some fragile thing hiding behind a man.

Dominic stayed the same-cold, sharp, the Don everyone feared.

Revenge never crossed his lips again, and not once did he look at me as anything more than his subordinate.

We were partners bound by mutual respect-he gave me authority and backing, and I ran the family’s most vital business.

I moved out of the Don’s mansion and into a quiet apartment near the docks.

A short walk from the docks, tucked away where the noise couldn’t reach me.

I adopted a cat. Every night when I came home, she’d be waiting by the door.

At times, the ghost of the child who never was still haunted my thoughts.

The kicks. The little flutters. That tiny cry from my last life, fading into the dark.

But I was no longer consumed by despair and pain.

I knew he would have wanted me to live well.

That afternoon, I stood in my dock office, watching cargo ships sail in and out of the harbor.

The setting sun cast golden light, making the sea sparkle.

Finch Marco knocked and walked in, holding a document. “Mrs. Ashford, the draft contract with the Middle Eastern client is ready for your review. ”

I took the papers and scanned them. Signed at the bottom.

“One more thing,” Finch said. “The Don wants to know if you’re attending the family gala next month.”

I paused and shook my head slightly. “No, I still have plenty of things to take care of.”

Finch smiled. “Understood. I’ll let him know.”

With his departure, the office slipped back into silence.

I walked to the window. Stared at the horizon.

Everything in the past felt like a nightmare, and I’d finally woken up.

I wasn’t some vine clinging to a man anymore. Wasn’t a ghost running on hate.

I was Serafina Ashford. Head of the Vittori docks. A woman who stood on her own two feet.

The path before me remained long and uncertain.

But I would walk it with my head held high.

Into the sun. Toward whatever came next.