He Killed My Mentor, I Reveal My Mafia Power

Chapter 3

Lucian moved quickly.

The next day, his lawyers arrived with a stack of papers.

Prenuptial division agreement.

I would leave with nothing but personal belongings—and fifty thousand dollars.

Fifty thousand.

A joke.

A humiliation.

I flipped through page after page.

Then I saw it.

An inventory list of what I was “allowed” to keep:

Two coats. A pair of shoes. And a “silver lighter.”

My chest tightened.

Even Gianni’s last gift had been reduced to a line item.

A bargaining chip.

I picked up the pen.

Lucian leaned back, confident.

He thought I would break.

I didn’t sign “Sera Moreau.”

I wrote my real name.

Seraphina Castellano.

The room went silent.

Lucian froze.

"Castellano… are you kidding me?"

He knew the name.

Everyone in this city knew it.

Just last month, the Castellano family had cut off his Mediterranean weapons route overnight.

Millions lost in a single day.

"That family disappeared twelve years ago," he muttered. "That can’t be you."

I closed the folder and pushed it back.

"I never disappeared," I said calmly. "I just stopped being the princess you thought you owned."

"And married a man I thought was worth trusting."

I smiled faintly.

"Turns out I was wrong."

The door exploded open.

A man in black stepped in, flanked by armed soldiers.

My younger brother, Niko Castellano.

He looked at Lucian.

Then at me.

And saw the bruise on my wrist.

His voice dropped.

"Who did this to you?"

Lucian couldn’t speak.

I turned back to him.

And delivered the final blow.

"By the way," I said quietly, "the person funding Moreau all these years—S.C.—was me."

"Monday, 9 a.m., I’m pulling everything."

"And then," I added, "you’ll finally understand what it means to have nothing at all."