The entire banquet hall fell silent. The mockery and laughter from moments ago stopped abruptly.

I looked at Nico’s stunned face and Sophia’s eyes filled with jealousy, and spoke calmly.

“Nico, taking care of a child is something you should handle yourself. My time is billed by the second.”

Surrounded by security and the butlers, I walked straight toward the private elevator to the top floor without another look at them.

Back in the top-floor suite, I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows as the underboss sent an encrypted message.

[Ms. Lena, the black card has been handled as instructed. The new assessment report for the Luciano family is complete. Risk level adjustment to C is recommended, with detailed notes attached.]

The next day, when I went downstairs, people pointed and looked at me strangely.

Sophia, carrying a luxury handbag, stopped in front of me arrogantly.

“Isn’t this the aloof Ms. Sorrentino? Wasn’t it enough to be someone’s kept woman? You had to come out and embarrass yourself?”

At first, I didn’t understand what she was talking about. Then, the underboss quietly sent me a link.

The title read: [Former New Haven mafia goddess reduced to a plaything who slept her way up.]

The post was full of insults, accusing me of climbing the ranks by sleeping with powerful men. It claimed the top-floor suite in the luxury hotel was a gilded cage built by some tycoon to keep me hidden.

Rumors spread quickly, severely damaging my professional reputation and family business.

Two family partnerships that had already been agreed on were both put on indefinite hold.

A week later, I was invited to speak at the North Alumcian Mafia Families Alliance Annual Young Leaders Summit on legal industry transformation and anti-money laundering risk control.

I was on stage analyzing global capital trends when the main screen suddenly went black for three seconds, then filled with a flood of my private photos.

Some were taken when Nico and I were being intimate. Others were edited images from my meetings with clients.

The room erupted. Journalists and young members from various families excitedly took photos of the screen.

“So this is a so-called family heiress? She’s worse than a streetwalker.”

“How does she still have the nerve to stand on that stage? Maybe everything she knows was taught in bed.”

“Didn’t expect her to be this wild. Maybe I should pay for a night and see what the ‘goddess’ is like.”

I stood on the stage, as if stripped bare, pushed to the height of humiliation, just like five years ago at my wedding.

Nico, sitting in the front row, stood up instinctively.

At that moment, the doors of the hall were kicked open. Seven or eight well-dressed women rushed in and started throwing things at me.

“Lena! You shameless mistress! Seducing my husband wasn’t enough, and now you dare show your face here?!”

“You sl*t! Wasn’t it enough in Nassau? You had to come back to New Haven to steal other people’s husbands, too?”

“Look at her! What financial expert? She’s an expert in bed! Who knows how many powerful men she slept with to get where she is?!”

The women rushed onto the stage like mad, grabbing my hair and tearing at my clothes.

My dress was ripped, my hair was yanked, and my face burned with pain.

Flashes from cameras filled the room. No one stepped in, and everyone watched as if it were a show.

Nico stepped back, watching coldly as I was surrounded.

Only after hotel security barely regained control did he slowly stand, putting on a look of grief.

“Lena, I truly misjudged you! Back then, you said you were going to Nassau to pursue your career. I had no choice but to let you go. I didn’t expect you to betray me long ago!”

Accusing others of what he himself had done.

He was the one who betrayed me for Sophia, destroyed my family. Now he was throwing dirt on me.

“Nico, you disgust me!”

Although I immediately called the police and presented evidence to prove my innocence, the scandal exploded that night.

My phone was flooded with abusive messages. Outside the hotel, white funeral wreaths were piled up.

Five years later, I had once again become a target of public hatred.

At two in the morning, Nico sent an encrypted message.

[I told you long ago you can’t make it without me. It’s not too late to admit your mistake. Lena, I don’t mind that you’ve been with other men. As long as you come obediently to the Luciano estate and be a nanny, I’ll help you settle everything.]

At that moment, my husband, Vincent, called from overseas.

“Darling, are you alright? I can use all my resources to calm the situation in New Haven down in a second.”

I refused immediately. “No need. I’ve waited for this day for five years. I’m going to end this myself.”

After I hung up, the hotel butler brought in an expensive, custom-made wedding dress.

“Donna Lena, this was sent up at Don Nico’s request.”

I had already blocked Nico’s number, so he called the hotel landline.

“The wedding will proceed as planned! I expect you to behave these next few days and stop fooling around. Lena, this is your last chance. Don’t disappoint me!”

I didn’t take his words to heart. I worked day and night revising the M&A plan, and privately contacted minority shareholders of the Luciano family to acquire their shares.

Two days before the wedding, Sophia stopped me in the hotel lobby.

She suddenly dropped to her knees, crying, “Please give my son back! I was wrong. I shouldn’t have taken Nico from you. I’m willing to leave the Luciano family and disappear forever! My son is still so young. If anything happens to him, I won’t live either!”

I looked at her coldly. “The hotel is fully monitored. I haven’t even left these past two days. How could I have taken your child?”

“Who else could it be if not you?” Sophia screamed hysterically.

The onlookers around us raised their phones to record, cursing me as a vicious woman.

Nico rushed in, pulled Sophia into his arms, and looked at me with burning anger.

“Lena, I didn’t expect you to be this cruel, not even sparing a baby!”

“I said it wasn’t me.”

He seethed, “If not you, then who? Do you have to drive her to death before you’re satisfied?”

I looked at him coldly. “Nico, if you have evidence that I took your child, then call the police. Let them decide.”

Hotel security stepped forward and stood in front of me. Nico left with Sophia, furious.

That night, I didn’t sleep well. My dreams were filled with scenes of my mother shooting herself, her blood splashing onto me, burning hot.

The next day, my nose was congested. When I went to the hospital to get medicine, I ran into Nico.

“We found the child. He’s in shock and has a high fever.”

He blocked my path. “Lena, if you have any grievances, take them out on me. Don’t hurt the innocent! Come with me now and apologize to Sophia and the child!”

Dizzy and irritated, I said, “Why should I apologize to that b*st*rd? I’d rather he were dead.”

Nico didn’t get angry. He only watched me leave.

After getting my medicine and arriving at the underground parking garage, a figure suddenly appeared behind me and covered my mouth and nose with a drugged cloth.

My vision blurred. When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital bed.

A nurse was adjusting the IV, her tone sympathetic.

“You’re awake. The hysterectomy was successful. Please rest well…”

Hysterectomy?

I felt as if struck by lightning. I struggled to sit up but fell heavily to the ground.

Nico pushed the door open and looked at me.

“I ordered it.”

“The Luciano family already has a legitimate heir. Removing your uterus is a warning. So you won’t have improper thoughts in the future, giving birth to a child to compete for inheritance and disrupt the family.

“Only this way will Sophia feel at ease ending things with me.”

He bent down and touched my hair, his tone falsely gentle.

“The wedding will proceed as planned. I will give you everything a Luciano family donna should have, except a child.”

I tried to call the police, but Nico snatched my phone away.

“Don’t waste your effort. Stay here and recover. Tomorrow morning, I’ll send someone to take you to the wedding.”

I stared at him, hatred reaching its peak. “Get out!”

On the day of the wedding, the most luxurious hotel ballroom in New Haven was filled to capacity.

Nico kept checking his watch, but the bride never appeared.

“Don Nico, something’s wrong. Ms. Sorrentino is missing!”

At the same time, the large screen in the ballroom suddenly changed.

I was sitting in the council chamber at the Luciano family headquarters, with all the family elders standing behind me.

“On behalf of the Luciano family council, I hereby announce by unanimous vote that Nico Luciano is removed from his position as don, effective immediately. All his authority within the family is revoked.”