The Don Messed With the Wrong Mafia Heiress

On her birthday, her husband hands her a gold card: "Spend whatever you want." Thirty minutes later, the card is frozen in front of everyone—he walks in with his mistress and orders her to strip and crawl out, all because she once canceled the mistress's card. She dials one number: "Money. Thirty minutes." The room erupts in laughter. Thirty minutes later, the door is kicked open—and every powerful guest falls silent. The "poor wife" they trampled into the dirt wipes the blood from her lip, and says coolly: "Are you ready for my revenge?"

On her birthday, her husband hands her a gold card: "Spend whatever you want." Thirty minutes later, the card is frozen in front of everyone—he walks in with his mistress and orders her to strip and crawl out, all because she once canceled the mistress's card. She dials one number: "Money. Thirty minutes." The room erupts in laughter. Thirty minutes later, the door is kicked open—and every powerful guest falls silent. The "poor wife" they trampled into the dirt wipes the blood from her lip, and says coolly: "Are you ready for my revenge?"