I let my husband believe I had paid off his $150,000 debt. The very next morning, I walked downstairs to find his parents cramming my belongings into trash bags. Standing in my own kitchen, dressed in my expensive silk robe, was his mistress. My husband smirked, shoved divorce papers toward me, and said, “You’re useless to me now.”

Elena fought like a wild animal as the officer aggressively secured her wrists behind her back.

You cannot do this to me!

I am going to marry a billionaire, and he will destroy all of you!

I walked over to Elena and gently pulled my emerald-green silk robe off her struggling shoulders.

Your billionaire fiance dumped you exactly twenty minutes ago when he saw the video on the flash drive.

You have absolutely nothing left, Elena.

The officers dragged Julian, Arthur, and Elena out the front door and shoved them into the waiting police cruisers.

Beatrice was left standing alone in the foyer, shivering and completely broken.

I pointed toward the massive pile of trash bags she had packed with my belongings earlier that morning.

Take your bags and walk to the nearest bus stop, Beatrice.

She did not say a single word as she grabbed her cheap purse and scurried out of my house forever.

The heavy front door finally clicked shut, leaving the mansion in profound, beautiful silence.

Marcus stood respectfully in the corner of the room, waiting for my final instructions.

Have your men take all of these moving boxes and throw them directly into the backyard fire pit.

I want everything they touched burned to absolute ashes before the sun goes down today.

Marcus nodded sharply and signaled for his security team to begin clearing the debris from my home.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a generous glass of incredibly expensive red wine.

I took a slow, deeply satisfying sip as I watched the flames rise high into the sky outside my window.

The divorce proceedings were going to be an absolute breeze now that Julian was facing decades in federal prison.

I had successfully defended my empire and crushed every single parasite that tried to feed on my wealth.

I walked out onto the stone patio and sat in my favorite lounge chair, breathing in the fresh air of total freedom.

I closed my eyes and smiled, enjoying the perfect, flawless happy ending I had carefully orchestrated for myself.

Suddenly, Marcus walked onto the patio with a grim and terrifying expression on his face.

He held a sealed black envelope stamped with a blood-red wax crest.

The Clumsy Maid Bathed His Dog—Then The Mafia Boss Said She Wasn’t Leavi...

She found her husband with another woman and walked away so quietly that...

The Mafia Boss Asked a Disabled Widow If She Was Okay

I tore the envelope open and read the single line of text that made my blood run completely cold.

My supposedly deceased older brother is still alive, and he is coming to reclaim the entire family inheritance.

Chapter 7 - The Cleansing