All Chapters of La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

100 Chapters

The Table

Elise's POV The heavy oak doors to the main hall swung open as I walked in. Every head turned. Twelve capos, the most powerful men in our family operations, sat around the long rectangular table. The same table where my father had held court for thirty years. Tonight, the chair at the head was empty. Waiting. I did not hesitate. I walked straight to it, pulled the chair back, and sat down. The wood felt solid under me. Heavy. Right. "Good evening, gentlemen," I said, voice clear and steady. "Let us begin." For a moment no one spoke. A few faces showed open respect. Others carried doubt. Roberto, the old port boss, gave me a small nod. But beside him, a younger capo named Luca leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching me like I was still the little girl who used to run around these halls. Marco stood to my right, silent and watchful. My father had chosen not to attend tonight. This was my table now. I looked around slowly, meeting each pair of eyes. "By now you all know who

Cain Appears

Elise's POV The phone on my nightstand vibrated late that night, long after the house had gone quiet. I had just stepped out of the shower, my side still aching from the long day at the table, when I saw the unknown number. Something in my gut told me not to ignore it. I wrapped a towel around myself and answered. “Who is this?” A low, steady voice came through the line. “Elise. It’s Cain. Cain Reeds.” I froze. Adrian’s older brother. The one I had only met a handful of times during the seven years of marriage. Tall, quiet, always watching everything with those sharp eyes. He had never said much, but he had never been cruel either. I sat down slowly on the edge of the bed. “Cain. This is unexpected.” “Yeah, I figured it would be.” He sounded tired, like he had been debating this call for hours. “I heard what happened. All of it. The funeral. The hospital. The divorce. I’m sorry.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Sorry? Your brother slapped me in his office, fucked his secretary for tw

Greco Probe

Elise's POV The morning meeting had barely ended when Marco burst into my father’s study without knocking. His face was tight, jaw clenched in that way he only got when trouble was already at our gates. “La Signora,” he said. “We have a visitor. Greco’s side. Minor envoy. He showed up at the south border checkpoint unannounced. Says he has a message for you personally.” I set my coffee down slowly. My side still throbbed from yesterday’s long hours, but the anger rising in my chest burned hotter than the pain. “They have the balls to send someone here after testing our shipment last week?” “Apparently.” Marco’s eyes met mine. “You want me to handle him?” “No.” I stood up and straightened my black blouse. “I will handle this myself. Bring him to the side courtyard. Make sure he is searched thoroughly. And have Nico close by but out of sight.” Fifteen minutes later I walked into the open courtyard where sunlight cut sharp across the stone tiles. A man in his late thirties stood wai

Adrian's Mistake

Adrian's POV I sat in my office with the lights dimmed low, the city glittering outside like it was mocking me. My hand shook as I scrolled through my old contacts list, the one I used to call my insurance policy. These were the men who had shaken my hand at galas, who had laughed at my jokes and taken my calls at midnight. Men whose businesses had quietly benefited from Vitale connections for years without them even realizing it. Or so I had thought. I dialed the first number. Vincent Moretti. He had sat next to me at three different charity dinners. Elise had charmed his wife for hours about their daughter’s ballet recitals. The phone rang twice before he picked up. “Adrian,” he said, his voice already guarded. “This is not a good time.” “Vincent, come on. It’s me. I need a favor. Just a conversation with your logistics guy. One contract. I know we can make it work.” There was a long silence. I could hear him breathing, probably weighing how fast he could end this call. “Adria

Late Night Talk

Elise's POV I could not sleep again. The stitches had settled into a dull throb, but my mind refused to shut off. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Adrian shielding Jade behind that marble stone, or the look on his face when he slapped me in front of her. Or worse, the flat way the doctor had told me the baby was gone. I gave up around two in the morning, pulled on a silk robe, and walked downstairs through the quiet halls of the estate. Light spilled from under the door of my father’s study. I knocked once and pushed it open without waiting. Don Victor sat behind his desk in his shirtsleeves, a glass of whiskey in one hand and an old photograph in the other. He looked up when I entered, and for a moment his face softened in a way most people never got to see. “Elise. You should be resting.” “I tried.” I walked in and closed the door behind me. “My head will not stop spinning.” He gestured to the chair across from him. I sat down and pulled my knees up, wrapping the robe tighter

Business Funeral

Adrian's POV The conference room felt like a goddamn morgue. I sat at the head of the table staring at the empty chairs where my biggest clients used to sit. Only two people showed up for the emergency meeting. Two. Out of twelve. My CFO kept clearing his throat like he was about to cry, flipping through papers that didn’t matter anymore. “Another three accounts terminated this morning,” he said quietly. “They didn’t even give reasons. Just… done.” I rubbed my face hard. My eyes burned from no sleep. The whiskey I drank at three a.m. was still sitting sour in my stomach. “What about the backup deals? The ones we had in reserve?” He shook his head. “Gone. Word’s spreading faster than we can contain it. People are scared, Adrian. Scared of her. Of the Vitale name.” Her. Elise. My ex-wife. The woman I used to come home to and barely notice. I wanted to laugh but it came out more like a cough. This whole thing felt surreal. Like I was watching my life get flushed down the toilet in s

Nico's Shadow

Elise's POV The gym felt kinda felt hotter today. Or maybe it was just me pushing too hard again. Sweat stung my eyes as I threw another combination at the heavy bag. My side screamed every time I twisted, but I kept going. The stitches were holding, barely. Nico circled me like a damn predator, voice low and steady. “Again. Elbows in. You’re dropping your guard when you get tired.” “I’m not tired,” I lied through gritted teeth. My lungs burned. My legs felt like jelly, but I refused to stop. I needed this. Needed to feel strong in my own skin again instead of the broken woman who got left bleeding at a cemetery. Nico didn’t argue. He just adjusted my stance with a quick touch to my hip, nothing lingering, but enough to make the air between us feel thick. We had been at it for almost two hours. He wasn’t going easy anymore. Good. I didn’t want easy. We moved to the mats for ground work. He had me practice escapes, reversals, getting out from under someone heavier. He kept his weig

Media Poison

Elise's POV I was drinking coffee in the sunroom the next morning when Marco dropped a tablet in front of me like it was contaminated. His face said everything before I even looked down. “You need to see this.” I picked it up. The headlines hit like a slap. “Mafia Princess Elise Vitale: Violent Breakdown After Divorce?” “Sources Claim Don Victor’s Daughter Attacked Husband’s Mistress in Hospital” “From Quiet Housewife to Dangerous Heiress – Is Elise Reeds Unstable?” There were pictures. Blurry ones from the hospital hallway someone must have sold. Me walking out in a bloody gown. Another of Jade with her hand on her cheek looking pitiful. They even dug up an old photo of me from a gala where I looked tired and called it “concerning behavior.” I scrolled slowly, my stomach turning. Adrian’s name wasn’t directly attached but it was obvious who fed this shit to the press. Some “anonymous close sources.” “Fucking coward,” I muttered, setting the tablet down harder than I meant to.

The Mole

Elise's POV I was going through the latest shipment logs in the study when something felt off. Not obvious. Just a small itch in the back of my head that wouldn’t go away. Three different reports from the last two weeks mentioned “unexpected delays” at the east docks. Nothing huge, but the same pattern kept showing up right before Greco’s people made their little moves. And right before Adrian seemed to know exactly which buttons to push. I rubbed my eyes. My side was aching again from sitting too long, but I kept digging. Cross-referencing times. Names. Who had access. Who knew the real routes versus the fake ones we used as bait. Marco had brought me fresh coffee an hour ago and left without saying much. He knew when I was in one of these moods. I pulled up the security footage from the night of the gym ambush. Watched it twice. Then a third time. There it was. One of our own junior guys, Paolo, on the perimeter. He should have been on the north side. Instead he was nowhere near h

Breaking Point

Adrian's POV The numbers on the screen blurred together. I blinked hard, but they didn’t change. Stock down forty-three percent in three days. Trading had been halted twice already this week. My CFO stopped calling and started texting short, grim updates like he couldn’t stand hearing my voice anymore. I sat alone in my office with the lights off. The city outside looked the same as always, but everything inside my world had gone to shit. The last two suppliers had called this morning to say they were done. No explanation. Just “regrettable business decision” bullshit. I knew what it really was. Elise. Still carving me up from wherever the hell she was hiding with her father and his army of suits. My phone lit up on the desk. Jade. Finally. I grabbed it fast. “Hey. Where have you been? I’ve been calling—” “I’m at the apartment,” she said. Her voice sounded flat. Tired. “Packing.” My stomach dropped. “Packing? What are you talking about?” There was a pause. I could hear her movin

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