Drain My Mafia Husband Dry With His Seven Mistresses Chapter 02
The New Queen
Dominic was about to say something else when Mia bounced into his arms like a puppy.
“Dom! The garden outside is gorgeous. I want the biggest, most extravagant wedding right there. I want everyone to see how beautiful and capable your future Donna is!”
Dominic tapped her nose, indulgent as always. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Then he turned to me. “Handle the wedding. I don’t care what it costs. Make it lavish. Make it classy. Make Mia happy.”
I almost laughed. The man just signed divorce papers with me five minutes ago, and now he wanted me to plan his next wedding. Classic Dominic.
Mia looked down at me like I was dirt beneath her heels. She crossed her arms, chest puffed out like she’d already won some war nobody else was fighting. “I heard you were basically sold to the Greyson Family as a child bride. God, how medieval. What are you, some kind of arranged-marriage relic? I’m not as soft as Dom. I won’t let you freeload under this roof.”
She paused, tilting her head like she was doing me a favor. “But since you did help me once upon a time, I’ll be generous. You can stay. As the housekeeper.”
The audacity. This girl ate my food, wore my hand-me-downs, and now she wanted me scrubbing her floors.
Number Three stepped forward, eyes sharp. “You’re not even a side piece. You’re barely a warm body in his bed. Who gave you the right to talk to anyone here like that?”
Number Three had never been one to hold back. Before Dominic dragged her into this mess, she was one of the best surgeons in the city. Brilliant hands, sharper tongue.
Mia huffed and thrust her hand out, flashing the diamond ring on her finger like it was a weapon. “I’m nothing like you lazy parasites. I’m the love of Dom’s life. I take care of him. I help him run his business. I’m worth more than all of you combined.”
She flipped her hair back, scanning the room with that smug little smile. “But I’m not petty. Do as I say, and I’ll let you eat. Girls like you would starve without a man to feed you.”
Help him run his business. That was rich. The girl couldn’t tell a balance sheet from a grocery list.
She waved at the luggage piled by the door. “Take my bags to my room. I have a candlelight dinner to get to. Chop chop.”
She looped her arm through Dominic’s and strutted off, heels clicking against the marble like she owned the place.
Dominic didn’t even glance back at us. Just let her lead him out like a puppy on a leash.
The eight of us stood there in silence for a moment.
Number Seven broke it first. She held up her own hand, examining her ring, then scoffed. “What exactly is she so proud of? That rock is smaller than mine. I got mine on our third date. She waited, what, six months?”
Number Four wiped her eyes, still sniffling from earlier. “At least yours is real. I bet his card declined halfway through.”
Number Two didn’t laugh. She walked over to me and handed me a financial report, flipping to the summary page. Her face was calm, but her eyes were cold. Number Two always looked like that when she was talking about money. Precise. Ruthless.
“She doesn’t know any better,” Number Two said. “We’ve been draining this Family dry for years. Dominic’s nearly broke. Whatever he’s giving her is stuff we already passed on. The jewelry, the bags, the cars. All leftovers.” She tapped a number on the page. “And with the company hemorrhaging money like it has been, that dream wedding of hers? Not happening. He couldn’t afford the deposit on a decent venue right now.”
Number Five leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “So she’s fighting over scraps and doesn’t even know it.”
“Exactly,” Number Two said.
I waved it off.
None of my business anymore. We were divorced. Whatever Mia wanted to play house with, she could have it.
The empty safe. The bleeding accounts. The sinking ship.
All I needed to do now was enjoy being single, rich, and free.
I was done. And what came next was none of my business.