My Mafia Husband Threw Me Away, So I Married His Rival

I was greedy by nature. To pay off loan sharks, I once sold my body. I also seduced the leader of a rival gang to obtain intelligence. Yet somehow, I married Leo, the most chaste Mafia godfather in Chicago. Before him, I pretended for five years to be a cold, proud ballet dancer. Over the years we spent together, we grew deeply devoted to one another. Until his first love, Chloe, returned and fell to her knees before him. She played every video of me selling my body for money. Tears shimmering in her eyes, she said: “If she hadn’t threatened me with violence, I should have been your wife.” “How can you allow such a filthy, lowly prostitute to be your companion?” Leo was utterly disgusted by me because of it. He broke both my legs and threw me into the red-light district to be humiliated by anyone who wished, mocking himself bitterly: “Had I known you were such a cheap whore who’d sleep with anyone, I would have found you too dirty to touch.” Reborn into another life, I no longer dance. “The Godfather is noble and pure. With this filthy body of mine, I would never dare aspire to such a lofty match.”

Oleh Fire