My Mafia Husband's Hidden Mistress

I'm Gracie Sullivan, Sebastian Roscente's wife.

Everyone says I'm the woman of a mafia boss.

After marriage, he treated me like a precious gem.

Media outlets competed to cover our love story.

I thought he adored me to the core.

I couldn't wait to flaunt this happiness to the world.

Until I accidentally overheard his conversation with his right-hand man.

"My empire spans both legal and illegal businesses—enemies are everywhere."

"If Gracie doesn't act as the human shield, how can Amelia stay safe?"

So every knife I took for him, every wound I suffered—all of it was a carefully crafted lie.

Fine. If that's the case, someone else can play the fall guy!

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"Boss, have you lost your mind?"

"Gracie just took a bullet for you—her wound hasn't even healed!"

"That woman just had a petty argument, and you're ditching Gracie to see her?"

"You're practically throwing her into the fire!"

The furious voice of Sebastian's brother, Benjamin, leaked through the hidden wall.

I froze, my heart plummeting.

This mansion had many soundproof rooms—unless someone inside lost control.

A glass shattered.

"You claim you only love Amelia Laurent?"

"Gracie has been your stand-in for years—she's done more than enough!"

"If you don't love her, why won't you let her go?"

"If it were that woman, you'd have been dead by now!"

"Enough!"

"Without Gracie as the human shield, how could Amelia stay safe?"

"She's been Mrs. Roscente all these years—I've treated her well."

Sebastian's voice was ice-cold.

I braced myself against the wall, legs trembling.

All this time, Sebastian loved someone else?

I was just his carefully groomed sacrifice?

Stumbling back to the bedroom, I clutched my stomach.

The gunshot wound had reopened, blood soaking through the bandages.

But the physical pain was nothing compared to the shattering of my heart.

On the nightstand sat a fruit platter Sebastian had prepared himself.

What once felt sweet now tasted like poison.

Sebastian's empire stretched across borders, both legal and underground.

In five years, I'd been kidnapped three times because of him.

Taken two knife wounds for him.

And blocked one bullet.

Every time, I rushed forward without hesitation.

I thought it was love.

Turns out, it was all a calculated game.

"Where were you?"

Sebastian's voice cut through the silence behind me.

Tears blurred my vision as I turned to him.

Those smiling eyes that once made me weak now froze me to the core.

"Gracie, you're scared?"

"Where did you go?"

Too perceptive.

I forced a smile.

"I woke up and you were gone. I panicked."

From college student to mafia wife—it happened overnight.

After my first kidnapping, I developed a phobia.

If Sebastian wasn't in sight, I'd spiral into panic.

He didn't suspect a thing, his fingers tracing my lips.

Slender hands slid down my jaw to my ear.

Warm breath brushed my neck.