Jilted Wife? I Am The Underworld Boss

et, civilian husband, Simon, to guard my ancestral esta

n-dollar property was sold, only to find Simon cradling a

house and my husband, using a forged divorce agreement

e from misery, because no real ma

tossed my late father's sacred mafia relics into the mud, stomping on

ed that the man who once vowed to protect my home could steal my inh

s memory, my syndicate's armored convoy suddenly barricaded the

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real estate broker. The line of text in the preview shimmered on the screen, each letter a nail driven int

, the stone fastness my father had raised wit

h an iron fist, and when he died, he left me the keys to his legiti

ordinary man who had promised to guard my home while I spent my days out

h the gates. I had tr

ht out and did not pau