THE WIFE THEY BURIED
Celine Salvatore thought she had the perfect marriage, until she uncovered a secret powerful enough to destroy her husband's family forever.
The night she confronts them, her husband betrays her in the cruelest way possible—tying her to a rope and throwing her into a raging river.
“Salvatore’s legacy stays clean.”
The world believes Celine died that night.
But she survives.
Rescued by Adrian Dela Cruz, the most feared mafia boss in the underworld, Celine is given a second chance at life, under one condition: she must become his wife.
But Adrian isn't just powerful, he is Salvatore's biggest enemy.
With a new face, a new identity, and revenge burning in her veins, Celine returns to the same high society that mourned her death. This time, she isn’t coming back as a victim.
She’s coming back to destroy everyone who buried her.
But revenge becomes dangerous when Diego begins to notice the woman hiding behind unfamiliar eyes… and Adrian’s protection starts to feel more like possession.
How long can Celine wear a borrowed life before it devours her?
When the masks fall, will she still want to burn them or watch herself burn with them
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Chapter: **Chapter Seven** **Sam's POV** I read it again. And again. My eyes kept going back to the same words, like maybe I hadn't read them right the first time, like they might change if I just kept staring long enough. They didn't. They sat there on the page exactly the same way each time, black ink spelling out the end of a life I was still, technically, living. My vision started to blur. Small drops kept landing on the paper, smudging the ink under my fingers, but I kept reading anyway, kept forcing my eyes back over the same headline until the letters barely made sense as words anymore. I grabbed the paper and squeezed it until my fingers ached, like if I focused hard enough on that one small pain, I wouldn't have to feel the much larger one sitting in my chest. I threw the paper down. Then I picked it back up again. I don't know why. I really don't. It was like my hand refused to leave it alone, like my body had decided to keep moving without waiting for permission from the rest of me. I
Last Updated: 2026-07-11
Chapter: **Chapter six** **Celine's POV** The first thing I heard was a steady, rhythmic beeping. My body felt heavy, like I had been asleep for a very long time. I tried to lift my hand, but even that small movement hurt. I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn't. I tried again, and this time, they slowly fluttered open. Bright light flooded my vision, making me wince. I blinked several times before the room finally came into focus. An IV stand stood beside my bed while machines glowed softly in the corner, their steady beeping filling the room. *Where am I?* I searched for the familiar wooden ceiling of my bedroom, the one I saw every single morning. This place wasn't my room, it was too dark and cold. Then I heard water pouring softly. A blurry figure stood near the window with her back facing me. I blinked until my vision cleared enough to make out a woman watering a small plant on the windowsill. I parted my lips, but the words died before they could leave my throat. She turned imme
Last Updated: 2026-07-10
Chapter: **Chapter five: The bridge** **Celine's POV** Darkness came first, it wasn't the kind behind closed eyes, the kind that still let in a little light around the edges. It pressed in from every direction at once, thick and total, like it had weight to it. I came back to myself slowly, one piece at a time, the pain got to me first before anything else did. My wrists burned every time I moved, rubbing raw against something tight around them. Every breath I tried to take felt trapped before it reached my lungs. I shifted slightly, and my shoulder hit something hard. Wood, I thought at first. Then I realized it wasn't wood at all. A box. I was inside a box. I could feel the heat of my own breath bouncing straight back into my face. The thought hit me all at once, and the panic came right behind it, faster than I could brace for. I jerked hard against whatever was holding my wrists, some instinct in me refusing to just lie there and accept it. The restraints didn't loosen. If anything, they bit down harder, cu
Last Updated: 2026-07-05
Chapter: **Chapter Four: Behind the metal door** **Celine's POV** I waited until the house grew completely quiet. After what I saw in the trunk, I couldn’t sit still. His dying words kept repeating in my head. Metal door… east wing. I slipped out of the bedroom. The east wing of the mansion felt different from the rest of the house. The air was colder. The hallways seemed longer and quieter. I had never come this far before. I moved slowly, listening for any sound. Every creak of the floor made me freeze. I thought I heard footsteps behind me once and quickly hid behind a large vase. I waited, barely breathing. Nothing. It was probably just my mind playing tricks on me. I was already terrified enough. Before I left my room, I had gone into our bathroom like Marcus told me. I lifted the toilet tank lid and found a key exactly where he said Diego hid it. I dried it and kept it in my pocket. At the end of a long corridor I found a heavy metal door. It looked completely out of place among the expensive wood and paintings. I rem
Last Updated: 2026-07-05
Chapter: **Chapter Three: The trunk** **Celine's POV** I could barely think after what happened in the bedroom. My throat was bruised and painful. Every swallow reminded me of Diego’s hand around my neck. He walked into the living room like nothing had changed. “Tonight is our third wedding anniversary party,” he said coldly. “The family is expecting us. Your dress has arrived. Get ready. Smile for the guests. Don’t embarrass the Salvatore name.” I stared at him in disbelief. “After what just happened? You still want a party?” He didn’t even blink. “It’s business. Act like a wife for a few hours. That’s all I ask.” I wanted to scream at him. Instead, I went upstairs and put on the long black dress that hid the marks on my neck. The ballroom was full by the time I made my way through it, a glass of wine in my hand that I hadn't touched. Three years of marriage. Diego had wanted a party, something big enough for the papers to notice, and I'd gone along with it because saying no to him never seemed to lead anywhere go
Last Updated: 2026-07-05
Chapter: **Chapter Two: Home Early** **Celine's POV** Diego, was on the bed, but he wasn’t alone. Bianca, my best friend was straddling him completely naked, her dark hair falling over her bare shoulders and brushing against her full breasts. Her hips moved slowly against him in a steady rhythm, grinding down as she rode him. Diego’s hands gripped her waist tightly, fingers digging into her smooth skin, pulling her closer with every thrust. Her head was tilted back, lips parted in pleasure, while his mouth moved hungrily over her neck and chest, sucking and biting at her skin. I could see everything in painful detail. The way her body arched into him, the shine of sweat on their joined skin, the way they moved together like they had done this many times before. The sounds of their breathing and soft moans filled the room. The folder from the clinic slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor with a soft thud. They didn’t notice me at first. I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to look away no matter how much I
Last Updated: 2026-07-05
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