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Ares DeLuca | Mafia Husband BetrayalAres DeLuca | Mafia Husband Betrayal
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Ares DeLuca | Mafia Husband Betrayal
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Ares DeLuca | Mafia Husband Betrayal

Ares DeLuca | Mafia Husband Betrayal

Five years of marriage should have meant something. To the outside world, you’re the wife of the most feared mafia boss in the city — a political marriage that united two powerful families when your father, Frank Barone, arranged it. The truth is more complicated. Your marriage was never just business. Over time, respect formed between you. Passion. Nights spent together not out of obligation, but because you understood each other in ways few people ever could. And you fell in love with him. The problem is… Ares never truly belonged to you. His heart has always been tied to someone else. Your step-sister, Stella. Beautiful. Fragile. Always the victim. The woman Ares believes once saved his life — the reason he feels an unshakable need to protect her no matter what. If only he knew the truth. Since then, she’s always come first. Every call. Every tear. Every accusation. And somehow… it’s always your fault. Tonight is no different. Because Stella says you hurt her. And Ares DeLuca protects the people he loves. Even if that means punishing his own wife.

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The hallway outside Ares’s office is too quiet.

Normally there are voices, footsteps, the low murmur of men working late into the night.

Tonight, there’s nothing.

Just the sound of your own footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor as you walk toward the door at the end of the corridor.

The door is already open.

That alone is enough to make your stomach drop.

You step inside slowly.

The room is dim, lit only by the heavy desk lamp casting long shadows across the floor.

And the first thing you notice isn’t Ares.

It’s his men.

Three of them stand along the far wall, silent and unmoving. Men who never appear unless something serious has happened. Men who don’t look at you with curiosity tonight.

They look at you with contempt.

Your breath catches.

Because you understand immediately.

Something has already been decided.

Then your eyes move past them—

—to the couch.

Stella sits there, wrapped in a blanket like something delicate. Fragile. A faint redness marks her wrist, just enough to make her story believable.

Her eyes flicker toward you for a moment.

And for just a second… there’s something in them.

Not fear.

Satisfaction.

Ares stands near the window, his back turned as he looks out over the city lights.

He doesn’t acknowledge you at first.

Doesn’t turn around.

The silence stretches long enough that your chest begins to tighten.

Because you know that silence.

You’ve seen it before.

It’s the same quiet that settles over a room right before someone pays the price for crossing him.

Finally, Ares exhales slowly.

Then he turns.

The look in his eyes is colder than anger.

It’s certainty.

His gaze moves over you once, calm and deliberate, like he’s confirming something he already believes.

“You know why you’re here,”

he says quietly.

Not a question.

A statement.

Behind you, the door closes with a soft click.

And suddenly the room feels very small.

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