Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472: Chapter 68 All Pretenses Abandoned

Daniel’s POV

After the federal judge scheduled that crucial divorce hearing, my existence as a Martinez family member became a living nightmare. Sasha spiraled deeper into her manipulative games, growing more unhinged with each passing day. Meanwhile, my father ramped up his political pressure campaign, demanding I attend regular family council meetings at the Greenleaf estate—an utterly unreasonable demand given the delicate balance I was trying to maintain between my police duties and family obligations.

Even our regular poker nights at Thorne’s private club, which used to provide sanctuary from the chaos, had devolved into collective therapy sessions. I found myself venting about the impossible situation with my father’s judicial interference and Sasha’s escalating threats. Jude couldn’t stop brooding about Nora traveling overseas to handle her father’s business crisis. Dominic was drowning in his own family’s territorial demands. Only Caleb and Finn seemed to have achieved some semblance of stability in their operations. Xavier, oddly enough, remained uncharacteristically quiet throughout the evening, making me suspect he was dealing with his own family complications.

When Zoe mentioned that Lila had returned to the apartment early with a severe headache, I decided to abandon the game. Arriving home to our fortified penthouse, I found her already asleep in our bed. Not wanting to disturb her much-needed rest, I slipped carefully between the sheets without my usual protective embrace. Sleep remained elusive, and then my secure phone began its insistent buzzing. I didn’t need to check the encrypted caller ID to know it was Sasha.

I retreated to the reinforced living room before answering. As predicted, she was in full hysterical mode, hurling threats and ultimatums through the scrambled connection. Recognizing she wouldn’t cease until I confronted her directly, I agreed to meet immediately. She directed me to one of those exclusive establishments that wealthy power brokers frequented to conduct their shadowy business dealings.

I spotted her instantly, surrounded by her usual entourage at a table near the main floor. Preferring to maintain tactical advantage, I selected a more secluded booth and sent her an encrypted message to approach alone if she wanted meaningful conversation.

"Darling husband!" Sasha announced loudly as she approached, flanked by two equally insufferable associates from prominent families. Her slurred pronunciation and unsteady movement confirmed she’d been indulging heavily in premium liquor. I knew from bitter experience that alcohol stripped away her carefully constructed facade, revealing the calculating predator beneath.

"I see you acquired the designer wig," I remarked coldly, intending to humiliate her. "Did you inform your companions about your recent scalp condition?"

Her eyes flashed with dangerous malice. "Did you enlighten your little protégé about your legal wife?" she countered viciously.

"What do you want, Sasha? Why the hell are you summoning me during operational hours?" My patience was evaporating rapidly.

"That’s hardly appropriate language for your lawful spouse. Come along, ladies, make yourselves comfortable," she gestured to her companions, which only intensified my irritation.

"They are absolutely not sitting anywhere near me!" I snapped. "Your two little accomplices can turn around and disappear from my sight, or I’ll make them flee in a decidedly unfriendly manner. And I’ll still remove that artificial hair from your skull right here, before this entire establishment." The threat carried enough menace to send her associates retreating with indignant expressions.

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