Chapter 12 A Slap
While Emilia was deep in thought, the car had already driven away.
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Rushing downstairs, she spotted Minerva just in time. Bursting into laughter, Emilia taunted, “Well, look who’s home! The esteemed wife of the mafia boss. You’re truly lucky–survived your wedding night, did you?”
Minerva responded with a chilling smile. “So, you’re aware of my status as the malia boys‘ wife, yet you fail to greet me with the respect I deserve? You’ve only just come downstairs. Should I inform my husband that you’ve shown disrespect, both ro me and him?” Minerva’s voice was laced with a cold edge as she subtly used her newfound power to intimidate the
Somervilles
Emilia’s face twisted in anger as she shot Minerva a venomous glare, “What nonsense are you spouting? I wonder what tricks you used to survive in the malia boss hands. Did you perform oral sex on him? Or did you strip naked and let him whip you?”
Without hesitation, Minerva took a step forward and delivered a sharp slap to Emilia’s check. Her voice cold, she warned. “If you ever disrespect me again, I won’t hesitate to suggest to my husband that you be demoted to a mere sugar baby at the clubhouse.”
A sugar baby? What an evil woman! How can the think of making me a sugar baby!
Emilia clenched her jaw, her cheek throbbing from the slap. She glared at Minerva with burning fury, her mind seething with hatred. How dare she use the mafia boss’s name to humiliate met This wretched woman! Just wait, one day I’ll make sure she meets her end at the hands of those very mafia members
“Get lost! I can’t stand looking at you right now!” Minerva snapped, brushing past Emilia with a swift motion before heading upstairs. “Where’s Grandpa? I want to see Grandpa.”
In the room at the top of the stairs, Arthur Somerville lay motionless in his bed. He had been in a coma for over a decade, the doctors long ago declaring him to be in a vegetative state.
Arthur was the one person in the Somerville family, aside from her mother, who had always shown Minerva the most.
affection.
Ten years ago, when Minerva was just nine, her mother succumbed to an illness, One fateful day, she woke up to find herself at the top of the stairs, while her grandfather, Arthur, lay at the bottom in a pool of blood. Before she could even understand what had happened, Clifford and the servants rushed in. Despite her attempts to explain, everyone immediately believed that she had pushed Arthur.
Without further investigation into the circumstances of Arthur’s fall, Clifford had her sent away to the countryside overnight. From that moment on, he ignored her existence, leaving her abandoned and alone,
It wasn’t until later that Minerva discovered the truth about her father. He had been unfaithful during his marriage, involved. with the well–known actress Hazel, and had two daughters with her. The elder, Kelly Somerville, was even older than
Minerva.
Clifford, keen on preserving his reputation, refused to publicly acknowledge Kelly as the young mistress of the Somerville Lamily. To the outside world, Minerva was the sole recognized young inistress,
This time, Minerva had returned from the countryside and agreed to the arranged marriage with a purpose–she was
determined to uncover the truth behind Arthur’s fall.
After assessing Arthur’s condition, Minerva carefully prepared a silver needle and, with steady hands, proceeded to insert it
into his head.
After gently placing the silver needle away, Minerva covered Arthur with a blanket. She whispered softly, her voice filled with determination, “Grandpa, don’t worry, I will make sure you’re healed. You will wake up soon.”
In the kitchen, Emilia stormed in, her face twisted with rage. “Mom, I’m going to make Minerva pay! I want her to meet her end at the hands of the Malmı!”
Hazel, busy preparing gumbo, turned at the sound of her daughter’s voice. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of the red, swollen handprint on Emilia’s face.
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“She’s using her position as the mafia boss‘ wife to trample over us!” Emilia seethed, her voice shaking with fury. “If it weren’t for me and Kelly staying out of the mafia’s business, would she even have had a chance to marry that man? It’s infuriating!”
Hazel pulled her daughter into a tight embrace, her voice filled with determination. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure she pays for this. If she thinks she can use her status as the mafia boss‘ wife to control us, we’ll make sure she regrets it. We’ll let her face the wrath of the mafia.“
Patting Emilia’s shoulder gently, Hazel whispered. “I’ve already come up with a plan. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got it
covered.”
Emilia blinked in disbelief, stunned by how quickly she had managed to devise a scheme. “What do you mean?”
