I woke in the middle of the night to my Don husband murmuring in his sleep.

“Juno, be good. Tomorrow I’ll buy you and Mamma a new house.”

My eyes flew open.

Juno?

That was the name I’d always planned for a purebred Ceylon cat I dreamed of owning, but I’d never gotten one because of my pet fur allergy.

And a new house?

Could this just be a coincidence?

I shook him lightly. “What did you just say?”

He frowned and mumbled coarsely, “Had a nightmare. Dreamt of a shootout.”

I didn’t press further.

In the darkness, I reached for his phone and silently opened his messages.

I woke in the middle of the night to my husband, Don Leonardo Demarco, murmuring in his sleep.

“Juno, be good. Tomorrow I’ll buy you and Mamma a new house.”

My eyes flew open.

Juno?

That had always been the name I wanted for the Ceylon cat I dreamed of owning. I’d never gotten one because of my pet fur allergy, though I’d been in treatment for years.

And a new house?

Next month is my 25th birthday. The doctor said I could safely be around animals again.

Could Leonardo be planning a surprise?

I shook him lightly. “What did you just say?”

He frowned and mumbled, voice thick with sleep, “Had a nightmare. Dreamt of a shootout.”

I didn’t press further.

In the darkness, I reached for his phone and silently opened his messages.

There was a transfer of two million dollars to Sienna Russo with a remark, “Full payment for the house.”

It was dated two months ago.

I searched for Sienna Russo on social media, and the pinned post was a photo of my favorite cat breed, a Ceylon.

The caption read: [My favorite Ceylon kitten. I want to take it home.]

That was posted six months ago.

Five months ago, she posted: [I finally have my own little kitty. So happy.] The photo showed Sienna’s and Leonardo’s hands clasped together, gently stroking the cat.

Then, four months ago: [Overflowing happiness. We’re the happiest family of three in the world.] The photo was of Sienna cradling the cat while leaning into Leonardo’s arms.

His arms were gently wrapped around her waist as he tilted his head downward, looking at the woman and the cat with adoring tenderness.

It was a tenderness and devotion I had never seen in the two years of our marriage.

Three months ago, she posted: [Finally bringing our baby home! Kitty’s father and I officially named it Juno. The stars in the sky are its eyes, silently watching over us forever. So blessed!]

It was a photo showing Sienna leaning gently on Leonardo’s shoulder, both smiling sweetly as they gently stroked Juno the Ceylon cat in her arms.

I couldn’t help but recall how I’d mentioned Ceylon cats to Leonardo when we were newlyweds. I wanted a cat just for us two, as a witness to our love.

Scrolling further down, I saw a post from two months ago. It was the same day after my Don husband transferred funds to Sienna. There they stood, holding hands, in front of a villa. Her face glowed with a delightful surprise.

[Thank you to the husband who loves me most, for giving me and little Juno a new home. Love you!]

Although every photo only showed Leonardo’s side profile, two years of marriage were not a waste. I instantly recognized that familiar face as my husband, Leonardo Demarco.

I took screenshots of everything. I sent them to my father and wrote, [Papa, is this what you meant by the benefits of marrying beneath me?]

Papa, who was also a Don, replied instantly, [Don’t be upset, darling. Papa will deal with this bastard right now!

[He’s nothing but a don of a small family I recently helped rise to power. He dares betray my Principessa? I’ll completely erase his family from the Mafia.]

I looked through the photos again. At some point, my tears had soaked through the front of my nightgown.

Looking at Leonardo’s sleeping face with the faint curve at the corner of his lips and imagining him dreaming of intimacy with Sienna, I couldn't fall asleep anymore. I got out of bed and walked straight into the study.

My top priority was to find out exactly who Sienna Russo was. As the sole heir to the most powerful Mafia family in the country, I would never allow this bastard and his mistress trample all over me.

When dealing with betrayal, the best way was to make them wish they were dead.

I turned on my computer and began typing rapidly. Lines of code flooded the screen.

Ten seconds later, a black-and-white skull interface appeared. It was the dark web under my control.

Logging in, I swiftly issued a series of commands. Within ten minutes, Sienna’s complete dossier and social connections were laid bare before me.

While waiting for them to finish loading, my mind drifted back to the villa I’d seen earlier.

Two years ago, just after our wedding, we happened to pass by the exact villa in the photo. I fell in love with the layout at first sight.

The moment Leonardo saw the price, though, his expression darkened.

“Giada, don’t we already have a villa? It’s more than enough for us. There’s no need to waste money on another one just to let it collect dust. The family is still expanding. We need to save our funds for critical moments.”

Noticing the displeasure in his tone and in consideration of his feelings, I, Giada Romano, reluctantly conceded, “You’re right. Let’s not buy it for now. I was just saying.”

Yet, in just two years, he purchased it without hesitation and gifted it to his kept woman.

Ding.

The email notification on my computer snapped me back to reality. It contained Sienna’s complete and detailed background.

The file bearing her name, Sienna Russo, noted she was twenty-two years old. She was a high school graduate and never attended university. Rather than being from a Mafia family, she was from a poor household with five children. She was a minor figure, hoping to cling to power and change her fate.

She was currently working as a secretary for my husband, with her daily duties mainly involving simple tasks such as fetching coffee for him.

What infuriated me even more was the date she was employed; just three months after our wedding.

The blatant audacity of it ignited my temper instantly.

She was nothing but a whore who refused to work hard, choosing instead to take shortcuts by selling her body to climb into the beds of the wealthy.

Women like her were the easiest to deal with. I wouldn’t even need to dig a trap; I’d just make her fall where she had climbed.

As for Leonardo, what awaited him was the fatal blow he’d never forget for the rest of his life.

The next morning, Leonardo behaved as usual, reading the paper and making small talk with me over breakfast.

His expression was nothing unusual.

“What are your plans for today?”

Casually, I asked him, “Any special plans today?”

“Not really. I should be back early tonight to spend time with you,” he replied simply without looking up.

Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang. He picked it up immediately.

From the other end came a soft, coquettish voice, “Leo, darling, can we spend New Year’s Eve on an island? I love the midnight fireworks there.”

“Alright, I’ll make arrangements.”

The indulgence in his voice was something I had never heard before.

After hanging up, he calmly finished putting on his shoes, with no sign of unease. Just as he opened the door to leave, he seemed to remember something suddenly.

“Honey, there’s an arms auction in Trinacria today. I have to go this afternoon and probably won’t be back till late.”

Forcing a smile and carefully managing my emotions, I said, “Sure, the family comes first. Be safe.”

He looked at me, slightly surprised at my gentle reminder, as though he had expected me to complain, as I had always done whenever he said he’d be home late.

Right after, he turned and strode off with a trace of smugness on his face. I curled my lips and snorted. He must be in quite a hurry to see his mistress.

I walked over to the sofa, sat down, and dialed my personal lawyer’s number.

“Gather every piece of evidence of Leonardo’s infidelity. Draft the divorce agreement. I want him to come with nothing and leave with nothing.”

“As you command, Principessa.

“I’ve waited for this day. I’ll give it my all. Please wait for good news.”

After shutting down my computer, I decided to go for a spa session.

For the past two years, Leonardo had constantly harped on, “The family business has only just secured its footing, and our foundations are still shallow. Expenses are mounting. Don’t spend lavishly.

“Rein in your old extravagant habits for now. When the family’s interests are more stable, you can spend as you wish.”

Under his repeated admonitions, I hadn’t lived for myself in two years. Even my spa visits had become infrequent. Today, though, I intended to unwind completely.

Afterward, I went straight to the Demarcos’ headquarters.

I wanted to see for myself what kind of woman had managed to captivate Leonardo.

As the Donna, though I rarely visited the family, everyone inside recognized me.

Amid greetings from the family members, I walked in calmly.

Near the Don’s office, I saw Sienna picking up the phone with slightly trembling hands.

She whispered into it, “Don Demarco, your wife is here.”

She looked remarkably young, almost like a high school student, with two large, dark eyes set in a face as small as a palm.

In person, she seemed even more lively than in her photos.

With such an innocent, naive face, it was hard to associate her with someone who schemed to climb into power as a mistress.

I approached her. “Is the Don inside?”

She looked flustered as she stammered, “M-Madam, hello.

“W-Why are you here?”

I smiled. “Oh? Am I not allowed here?”

“No, no… That’s not what I meant.”

From her nervous reaction, it was obvious she recognized me. Even though I rarely visited, Sienna definitely recognized me. She knew I was the Don’s legally wedded wife, their Donna!

I chuckled softly. “Do you have a cat at home?”

Her face flushed visibly, her hands and feet awkward.

Then I kindly pointed to the cat fur clinging to her strapless top. “Next time, remember to brush it off before you leave the house.”

Ignoring her awkwardness, I turned and walked into the Don’s office.

Leonardo stood motionless before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, a cigar clamped between his fingers. Lost in thought, he hadn’t stirred for some time.

Hearing the door open but no immediate voice, he turned with surprise etched on his face.

“Giada? What brings you here?”

“I was out and happened to pass by the headquarters. Thought I’d drop in to see.

“Whether you’re free?

“For lunch together?”