My Mafia Husband Shared Our Sex Tape For A Bet So I Found A Deadlier Don Chapter 01
The Recorded Betrayal
Lorenzo told me he posted our sex tape to a private mafia network while I was still lying on his chest.
I froze.
“You’re joking.”
He wasn’t. He held up his phone, the screen glowing in the dark. The video was from last week—the night he’d put a rabbit mask on me and a wolf mask on himself. He’d been so intense that night, so hungry. Now I knew why.
He’d been filming.
I stared at the screen. At the comments underneath. Filthy words from men I didn’t know, all talking about my body.
My hands shook. “Why would you do this?”
Before he could answer, a woman’s voice burst through his phone speaker—high-pitched, playful, whining.
“Oh no, Mr. Rossi! I lost again!”
Mia.
His twenty-two-year-old assistant giggled through the line. “You promised—if I lost this bet, I have to wear lace panties to the office tomorrow. You’re so mean!”
Lorenzo’s mouth curved. “A bet’s a bet, Mia. I’ll be checking.”
He hung up and tossed the phone aside.
Then he looked at my pale face and shaking hands. He seemed bored.
“Relax. It was a joke.”
“She bet me that if I told you about the video, you’d slap me on the spot. I said you wouldn’t. You’d just go pale and ask me why.” He reached over and pinched my cheek, smiling. “Good girl. You didn’t let me down.”
I stared at the face I’d loved since I was sixteen.
When we were eighteen, three men from a rival family followed me home. Cornered me. Tried to put their hands up my skirt. Lorenzo found them. He fought all three alone and they broke three of his ribs. He spent two weeks in a hospital bed.
I cried so hard. He just grinned through his swollen, bruised face and said—
“It’s just a couple broken bones. Don’t cry.” Then his voice got quiet, nervous. “Bianca… if I asked you to be mine, would you say yes? I swear I’ll protect you for the rest of my life.”
I said yes without thinking.
We married the year we graduated. He told me not to work. Every property, every account, every major asset was put in my name. No matter how many women threw themselves at him, he always came home to me.
I thought I’d be happy forever.
Then Mia appeared.
At first, he complained about her. Called her clueless. Clumsy. Then one day, he called her “sweet” and “refreshing.” Then they started making bets together. Little games. Little jokes.
And now—this.
He’d secretly filmed us. Posted it for strangers. Made a bet about my reaction while another woman listened to us in bed.
He cared what kind of underwear she wore to work.
He wasn’t the same man who broke his bones for me.
I closed my eyes. Tears fell.
When I opened them again, I was done. No anger. No tears. Nothing.
“Lorenzo. I want out. I want this marriage over.”
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