The Ultimate Revenge: My Husband, My Sister, and Their Ruin
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As the eldest daughter of North America’s most feared Mafia family, the Romanos, I married Matteo purely for love. For five years, everyone constantly envied me, thinking I was the luckiest woman alive.
Until I opened that video file.
The screen flickered to life, and my world violently collapsed.
The woman he had completely pinned against the wall, thrusting into her with feral desperation, was Valentina. His sweet, innocent adopted sister. The girl we had both carefully grown up with.
And the hands gripping her waist so tightly they bruised? They bore the exact wedding band I had lovingly slipped onto Matteo’s finger.
"Oh God, brother… you're so hard. If your perfect wife knew you were deep inside me right now, she’d lose her mind."
"Good girl, then stop talking about that boring piece of wood."
My refined, elegant husband was groaning, his voice filthy and depraved between loud, wet slaps of skin. "Squeeze tighter, fuck... You drive me insane, baby. The moment I successfully drain all her family’s stock, you’ll be the true mistress of this whole estate."
Every sweet nothing he had ever whispered to me was a calculated lie, designed to completely destroy me.
Those two despicable cheaters believe they have successfully won. They think my marriage was built on submission.
Well, since this rising Mafia star completely forgot that I am a Romano first and a wife second, it’s severely past time I gave him a taste of my own wicked performance.
Playtime is over. Matteo thinks he can steal my empire while burying his face in his sister’s bed?
I am going to carefully tear down his "perfect husband" facade piece by bleeding piece, and aggressively send them both straight to hell.
Until I opened that video file.
The screen flickered to life, and my world violently collapsed.
The woman he had completely pinned against the wall, thrusting into her with feral desperation, was Valentina. His sweet, innocent adopted sister. The girl we had both carefully grown up with.
And the hands gripping her waist so tightly they bruised? They bore the exact wedding band I had lovingly slipped onto Matteo’s finger.
"Oh God, brother… you're so hard. If your perfect wife knew you were deep inside me right now, she’d lose her mind."
"Good girl, then stop talking about that boring piece of wood."
My refined, elegant husband was groaning, his voice filthy and depraved between loud, wet slaps of skin. "Squeeze tighter, fuck... You drive me insane, baby. The moment I successfully drain all her family’s stock, you’ll be the true mistress of this whole estate."
Every sweet nothing he had ever whispered to me was a calculated lie, designed to completely destroy me.
Those two despicable cheaters believe they have successfully won. They think my marriage was built on submission.
Well, since this rising Mafia star completely forgot that I am a Romano first and a wife second, it’s severely past time I gave him a taste of my own wicked performance.
Playtime is over. Matteo thinks he can steal my empire while burying his face in his sister’s bed?
I am going to carefully tear down his "perfect husband" facade piece by bleeding piece, and aggressively send them both straight to hell.











































