The Don’s Forgotten Wife Took Down His Empire Chapter 04

The Don’s Forgotten Wife Took Down His Empire Chapter 04

That feared Don just looked at his little mistress with a questioning gaze—he adored her so much, he’d play whatever game she wanted.

Serena stuck her chin out. “No. The budget is fixed. Want money? Go earn it yourself.”

Then she smiled. “A housewife like you needs to learn how hard it is to make a living.”

She turned to Damian and whined, “Will you let me take your wife out to earn some money?”

Damian nodded indulgently. “Great idea.”

He didn’t even bother to think—how could anyone make 20 thousand in a few days?

Serena dragged me into the car. “I’m giving you special permission to come home after eight tonight.

“Or not at all, if you want.”

She took me to the underground hub of New York’s underworld.

Seeing my pale face, she grinned. “People should earn their own keep. You can wait tables for the bosses, shine their shoes—whatever. You’ll make tips.

“When you’ve saved up enough, then you can go save your mom.”

Before I could resist, she had her people throw me into the gambling hall.

For my mom’s surgery, I had no choice. I knelt on the filthy floor and shined shoes.

A leather shoe lifted my chin. Bills slapped my swollen face.

“Isn’t that Mrs. Moretti? How did she end up like this?”

“What a loser. Can’t even keep her husband. She must’ve thought she could be a noble lady.”

“Have you seen the new girl? Last week, he bought her everything at the auction for ten million, didn’t even blink…”

Every word was a poisoned blade, cutting my heart to shreds.

So my mom’s life meant nothing to him.

I knelt numbly in front of boss after boss, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t raise 20 grand.

The world started to blur. I was about to pass out.

Then a familiar pair of heels stood in front of me.

“Oh, still working for your dying mom?”

Serena crouched down and patted my cheek.

“Since you’re trying so hard, let me give you a show. You’ll love it.”

I didn’t know what she meant.

She pulled out a small box and scooped out a handful of gray-white powder.

She threw it into the air.

“This is called… fireworks.”

A bad feeling twisted in my gut.

I clutched my chest as a dull pain spread.

“Serena, what is that?”

She feigned surprise, covering her mouth, her eyes gleaming with laughter.

“I thought you two were so close. Can’t even recognize your own mother’s ashes?

“Beautiful, isn’t it? Like fireworks.”

She grabbed another handful and tossed it in my face, making me cough.

“You should thank me. I brought you and your mom together again.”

It dawned on me, and I immediately dialed the hospital’s phone number.

Every second waiting for someone to pick up felt like an entire century.

It dragged on so long that my eyes filled with water, blurring everything in my sight.

My voice shook so bad it barely sounded like mine. “Doctor, where is my mom right now?”

There was a beat of silence on the other end. “Mrs. Moretti, your mother was cremated this morning.

“She passed away from a heart attack last night. We tried calling both you and Don Damian, but no one answered. Eventually, Don Damian’s secretary picked up.

“She told us to cremate her as soon as possible.”