On the day my sight returned, our family doctor, Anna Leone, stood right in front of me and mouthed to my husband, Don Marco Vitale, "Double the lubricant tonight. I promise it'll send you straight to heaven, my Don."

Marco pressed a gentle kiss to my eyes. Then he turned away and replied with the same silent lip movements, "You little tease. That mouth of yours—and the one below—I'm crazy about them both."

The two of them exchanged a knowing smile, convinced their secret was flawless.

What they didn't know was that not only had my vision fully recovered—I was also fluent in lip-reading.

My gaze drifted to the bottle of lubricant sitting brazenly in the wall cabinet.

I said nothing.

Instead, I quietly sent a single text message: [Papa, I've decided to come home.]

In three days, I would vanish completely.

All I would leave behind for them would be the hollowed-out fortune of billions—and that bottle of "lubricant" I had replaced with high-strength industrial superglue.

Anne Leone's full breasts nearly pressed against Marco Vitale's face, one hand sliding suggestively up along the inside of his thigh.

Marco didn't push her away.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes in enjoyment and even reached back to give Anna's waist a squeeze.

Then he gently stroked my long hair, his voice as tender as ever. "Camilla, be a good girl and get some sleep. There's an urgent matter at the company. I'll go work in the study for a while."

For five years, he had been acting in front of me.

If my sight hadn't returned—if I didn't understand lip-reading—I probably would never have known that the affection he showed me had long since rotted and begun to breed maggots.

Anna stood at the foot of the bed. The lace nightgown she wore was skimpy. It was identical to the birthday gift Marco had given me just last month.

She tugged the neckline open, exposing a wide stretch of pale skin, then winked at him and mouthed, "Camilla can't bring out the flavor of this dress."

Marco squeezed her breast and silently replied, "Because she's flat, unlike you."

This was the man the outside world praised as the "perfect husband" after I lost my sight.

This was the man I had loved for seventeen years—the boy who had grown up beside me since childhood.

He had forgotten that when he lost everything in the family's internal power struggle, it was I who mobilized every resource under my name to support him.

He had forgotten that to marry him, I severed ties with my own father and gave up everything I was born into—the name, the power, the legacy of the Steinrope continent's most powerful Mafia Family.

He had forgotten that all these years, I had stood beside him through bloodshed and danger, helping him climb to the position of Don.

I had even gone blind in one "enemy retaliation" attack while saving his life.

Back then, Marco had promised, "Camilla, from now on, I'll be your eyes. I'll protect you with my life forever. No one will ever hurt you."

And yet the one hurting me now… was him.

A wave of nausea surged up from my stomach, rising straight to my throat.

I suddenly retched, two hot streams of tears sliding down my face.

Their flirtation stopped abruptly.

"Camilla, are your eyes still hurting?"

In almost the same instant, Marco shoved Anna away. The lust vanished from his face, replaced by pure concern and doting affection.

Before I could even speak, Anna said sweetly, "Camilla's body is weak. She needs rest and quiet."

Marco carefully pulled the blanket over me and glanced at me one last time.

"I'll be going now. Dr. Leone, take good care of her."

"Don't worry. I'll take very good 'care' of her."

After Marco left, Anna half-heartedly changed my medicine. She wrapped the gauze so tightly it made my scalp go numb.

"Camilla, I'm afraid those eyes of yours will never recover in this lifetime."

She spoke with undisguised glee before packing up her things and leaving.

The moment the door closed, the frail expression on my face vanished instantly.

'Fine. Since the two of you enjoy thrills so much, I'll give you a gift you'll never forget for the rest of your lives.'

I skillfully reached toward the wall cabinet and took out that specially prepared bottle of lubricant.

Anna had placed it there three months ago.

Back then, I was still blind. But my fingers could feel the letters engraved on the bottle: For my king.

How ironic.

I twisted off the cap and poured every drop of the liquid into the toilet. Then I replaced it with something I had prepared long ago—a special adhesive used within the mafia for attaching firearm silencers.

It dried in seconds. Extremely powerful bonding strength. Unless cut apart, separation would be impossible.

After finishing, I was just about to lie back down when my phone vibrated.

I picked it up and entered a string of code.

A black dialogue box popped up on the screen.

It was a message from Adrian Volk. He was a Consigliere to the Vitale family. I had once saved his life, and he had long since become one of my hidden pieces within the Vitale household.

[Principessa, the asset transfer has…]

I hadn't finished reading when the door creaked open.

Marco's hoarse voice came from the doorway.

"Camilla… why are you out of bed?"

I suddenly began coughing, pretending I was still groping helplessly through darkness as I fumbled toward the glass of water on the nightstand.

With a loud crash, the glass fell to the floor and shattered.

"Ah… the water…" I cried out in alarm.

Marco hurried to my side, the scent of his cologne so strong it was almost suffocating.

It was the fragrance the other woman loved most.

"Camilla, why didn't you call me?" he said.

Carefully avoiding the shards on the floor, he lifted me gently into his arms. His voice was as tender as ever.

I kept my gaze blank and unfocused, staring into empty space while clutching tightly at his sleeve.

"Marco, I just had a nightmare. I dreamed you left me."

Marco chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Silly girl. How could I ever leave you? You're my life."

I lowered my eyes, hiding the chill in them.

Marco rested his chin on the top of my head.

"Camilla, I have to deal with a traitor tonight. I might be back late."

Leaning against his chest, I let my fingers wander over the pocket of his suit jacket.

"Then come back early. I'm scared of being alone."

My voice carried all the dependence and fragility he expected to hear.

Marco kissed my forehead again. "Be good. Don't wait up for me."

He didn't notice when I slipped a tiny listening device into his pocket.

After he left, I picked up my phone.

Adrian: [Principessa, the asset transfer has reached 80%. It will be fully completed in three days. Also, the special gift you asked me to prepare for Anna has already been hidden beneath the carpet in your room.]

Me: [Hurry it up.]

After I replied, I opened the tracking software connected to the miniature bug.

On the screen, a small red dot representing Marco blinked steadily.

His location: the guest room next door.

Seeing the red dot so close, I let out a cold laugh and slipped on my Bluetooth earpiece.

The sounds from next door streamed clearly into my ears.

"Gentler… are you trying to kill me?"

Anna's coquettish voice dripped with syrupy sweetness.

Marco's laugh was low and dark. "You little seductress. I'll make sure you enjoy yourself tonight."

Then came the sound of fabric tearing, followed by the sharp crack of a belt striking skin.

So the so-called "dealing with a traitor" was nothing more than changing rooms to continue their affair.

Expressionless, I opened the laptop and entered Marco's account password. The numbers were his birthday plus mine.

How ironic. He used my birthday as his password, yet stabbed me in the back with the cruelest blade.

I placed the fingerprint film I had secretly copied earlier over the scanner.

Beep—

A green notification popped up on the screen: Verification Successful.

Marco's fortune—billions—had already been transferred into my overseas accounts.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.

Marco's underboss, Carlo Bianchi, knocked loudly.

"Madre! Is Don Vitale with you? The shipment in the East District was intercepted! I can't reach him by phone, and there's no one in the basement!"

I quickly put the laptop away and stumbled toward the door.

As I passed the heavy Persian rug by the entrance, I deliberately hooked my toe against it. The corner of a forged document hidden beneath it—"Anna Is an Undercover Police Informant"—slipped partly into view.

Bang!

I crashed hard onto the floor, my knees and elbows striking painfully enough to leave dark bruises.

Lying on the ground, I raised a trembling hand and struggled to open the door.

"Madre!" Carlo rushed inside.

At that moment, the door of the guest room next door was yanked open.

Marco rushed in, his clothes disheveled. "What happened?"

"Madre accidentally fell," Carlo reported with his head lowered, though his gaze briefly flicked toward the corner of the document peeking out beneath the rug.

When Marco saw the blood on my hand, he immediately unleashed a furious tirade at Carlo.

Clutching my bleeding hand, I forced a confused, startled expression onto my face.

"Marco? Weren't you going to deal with a traitor? Why are you back so soon?"

Marco froze for a split second. He quickly pulled his loosened shirt collar together. "I… came to get some documents before heading out."

Anna appeared at the doorway right behind him, with red marks across her neck.

Carlo's gaze swept over both of them before he lowered his head again. "Don Vitale, something's happened in the East District."

Marco waved a hand impatiently. "I know. Wait downstairs."

He carried me back to the bed and pressed tissues against my wound.

Curled in his arms, I let tears drip down my face.

"I was so scared. Carlo said he couldn't find you. I thought something had happened to you."

"Silly girl. Nothing will happen to me." He paused, then smiled faintly. "Tomorrow is our fifth anniversary. Have you decided where you want to go?"

I tilted my head up. "How about going out to sea? I haven't felt the ocean breeze in a long time."

Marco wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, his tone indulgent.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow night. I'll give you the most special anniversary."

That morning, I used the excuse of preparing a fifth-anniversary gift for Marco and asked Adrian to act as my driver.

In the car, I tossed a large bag stuffed with top-tier jewelry and luxury watches into his arms.

"Sell everything. Use the black market channels. Also, has the bomb on the yacht been installed?"

"Yes, everything is progressing smoothly."

Adrian handed me a miniature detonator.

"All that's left… is tonight's final celebration at sea."

Because they had to "be considerate" of my condition, aside from the family's security personnel and staff, the yacht held only three guests—Marco, Anna, and me.

Before the dinner began, Anna deliberately drifted over to stand in front of me.

The scent of her perfume was painfully familiar. It was the fragrance I had personally blended for Marco. He always said he couldn't bear to use it.

Yet, he had casually given it to Anna instead.

Assuming I was blind, Anna made no effort to hide her mockery. She waved the bottle of perfume right in front of my face.

Her syrupy voice carried blatant pride. "Camilla, does this scent smell nice?"

I smiled faintly. "It does. Like a dog in heat."

Anna's face turned instantly livid. She wanted to lash out—but she didn't dare.

After all, in name, I was still the Madre of the house, and Marco would never allow anyone to openly provoke me.

At dinner, Marco presented a velvet box.

Inside lay a deep-blue diamond necklace—Heart of the Deep Sea, worth a fortune.

"Do you like it? An anniversary gift."

He personally fastened it around my neck. The cold diamond against my skin sent a shiver across my body.

"Without you, my world would be nothing but darkness."

He leaned close to whisper in my ear, his voice so sincere, so deeply affectionate it could have drowned a person.

Anna stood in the shadows not far away, her face pale, her fingers nearly crushing the stem of her wine glass.

I touched the necklace at my throat and said softly, "Yes… very soon, your world will be nothing but darkness."

Marco laughed, affectionately tapping the tip of my nose. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

He thought I was speaking words of love—responding to his declaration of how important I was to him.

He had no idea I was simply stating a fact that was about to come true.

"Marco, shall we play a game?"

I turned toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck in a playful embrace.

"What game?"

"Hide-and-seek."

I pointed at my eyes.

"Since I can't see anyway, let me try catching you just once, okay?"

Marco exchanged a glance with Anna. Both of them struggled to hide the excitement in their eyes.

"Alright. Count to one hundred." Marco bent down and kissed the back of my hand.

I began counting loudly.

Hurried footsteps quickly disappeared down the corridor.

I knew exactly where they were going.

Marco would definitely head to the luxury cabin on the lower deck—the "battlefield" they had long arranged.

As the sound of their footsteps faded away, the smile on my lips vanished instantly.

I continued pretending to grope around like a blind woman.

"Marco, where are you hiding?" I called out as I pushed open the door to the communal changing room.

Not far behind me, two bodyguards assigned to keep watch followed me inside. They were the men Marco had ordered to guard me.

The changing room lights remained off, rows of lockers standing tightly packed together.

I slipped into the blind spot in the farthest corner.

The bodyguards' leather shoes echoed as they paced the aisle.

"Madre? Are you in there?"

Holding my breath, I moved with lightning speed. I shrugged off my coat and pulled on the janitor's uniform I had already hidden in a locker.

I tied up my long hair, put on a mask, and lowered a baseball cap over my face.

Then I pushed a cleaning cart from the corner, lowered my head, and calmly walked out through another corridor.

The two bodyguards were still kicking open stall doors in the changing room, searching for me one by one.

I pushed the cart smoothly all the way to the stern deck.

From my hand, I produced a miniature detonator disguised as a phone charm.

The bomb was hidden inside the ventilation duct of the changing room.

Blending into the crowd, I pressed the countdown button.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight…

At that moment, the conversation inside the master cabin streamed clearly through the tiny earpiece in my ear.

"Don Vitale, tonight we should try something new," Anna giggled sweetly. "I brought a special lubricant. Let's play all night."

In the earpiece, Marco's throat released a low growl. "You little whore."

I let out a cold laugh, tore off the earpiece, and tossed it into the churning sea.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"May you two… stick together, forever and ever."