My wife is a mob boss. Besides, Yandere

Ever since I was a little girl, all I saw was gray. And all I felt was boredom. Nothing was worthy of me. A useless world. Until I met him. My husband. His name was Henry. I still remember the first time I saw him, standing under the city lights, illuminating his existence among the bustling streets. He was my light, my reason for living.

My name is Valentina, and I am a mob boss. I rose through the ranks in my father's organization, leading it with a ruthless but elegantly cunning demeanor. Over time, my assistants learned to treat me with both respect and fear. My reputation carried both pride and fear, but in Henry's eyes, I was a very different person-a loving and caring wife, often compared to the sweet morning dew that meets the sun.

I was perfectly capable of hiding my true identity, shielding my husband from the dangerous life I led. He knew me as a successful businesswoman, working long hours to maintain our comfortable life together. The criminal world was run by me alone, but my love for Henry was very strong. And our love for each other was strong and shared.

There was one occasion when a rival Mafia boss named Ivan tried to threaten my position. He wanted to take everything from me: power, wealth, and my dear Henry. Knowing his plans. I came up with a plan to eliminate this man. I invited Ivan to dinner at our mansion-the invitation was accepted with caution and curiosity.

The table was set that evening, as it had been at every other meal I had shared with my husband. The scent of white lilies filled the air, and soft background music played our favorite tune. Henry was with friends, and the house was at my disposal. I greeted Ivan and his assistants with the sweetest smile and innocent demeanor. They readily let their guard down as I poured vintage wine into their glasses and made polite conversation. We talked about general topics without mentioning my true intentions. When I looked into Ivan's eyes, my heart raced with anticipation. I retired to the kitchen for dessert. My assistants, well aware of my secret plan, watched as I slipped the poisonous powder into their treats. As soon as the first bite hit their tongues, the clock started ticking. The poison was odorless, tasteless, and deadly-it was my own creation.

I hid my sinister grin behind a cheerful smile and returned to the dinner table, where they eagerly awaited the last course.

A few minutes after the first bite, the effects began to show. Ivan and his men clutched at their throats, panting, and collapsed on the table, panting and spitting. I enjoyed the panic in their eyes and slowly stood up, towering over my defeated enemies.

"Did you really think you could defy me?" I whispered, watching them squirm. "Did you really think you could take away what I built and take away my beloved Henry?" My voice grew louder, filled with rage and contempt. As their bodies became motionless, I knew my work was done. My husband, Henry, would remain blissfully unaware of the power and wealth I held in my palms for his protection.

The days turned into months, and my life as a loving wife and mob boss continued. Then came that seemingly ordinary day when I saw my new obsession (enemy), Sonia. She had been hired at my accounting firm, and when she spoke to Henry, I felt a heat flare up inside me. They laughed together, enjoying each other's company-a threat I couldn't ignore.

That same evening, I put my plan into action. My love for Henry and my defense of our relationship spurred my decisions. Sonja was following in Ivan's footsteps, though she remained happily unaware of her fate.

I took the case on my own; my subordinates only helped me remove the evidence and make everything quiet. I got into her apartment and waited patiently for her to come home. As soon as she entered, I struck a blow-a single blow to the throat that silenced her before she could scream. In my mind, I rejoiced; I had protected our love by eliminating an unforeseen threat.

Yet, the day eventually came when my two worlds collided. Henry, who had grown up with my secretive life, discovered the truth about me. What he thought was love and protection, he saw as madness and bloodlust. Our love had been tested and challenged to its core.

Despite everything, he and I, want to foster a new understanding. Together, we faced the darkness of my past, working toward a future of forgiveness. And while the world may have appeared gray, for the first time in our lives, we saw the faintest glimmer of light, breaking through to finally reach us.