Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 534

Chapter 534: Chapter 130 Fistful of Proof

Beckett’s POV

The drama was already unfolding before we even pulled through the gates of our family compound. A small crowd of onlookers had gathered along the street, drawn by the spectacle of my father standing rigidly outside while Claire put on her most theatrical performance yet. Watching her carry on like some wronged mafia widow made my stomach turn. Beside me, Katarina was practically vibrating with anticipation, clapping her hands and bouncing in her seat with an energy I rarely saw from her.

"It’s today!" Katarina chirped with genuine excitement, quickly twisting her long hair into a tight bun and securing it. I turned to study her profile, completely baffled by her sudden enthusiasm.

"What exactly is today, Lucinda?" I asked, but she was already climbing out of the car with the determination of a woman on a mission, leaving me no choice but to follow her lead into whatever chaos awaited us.

Claire’s voice rang across the courtyard, shrill and calculated for maximum dramatic effect. "Come on, Nathaniel, tell me who this woman is! This whore you’re running around with behind my back? You must be completely bewitched to file for divorce so suddenly! What kind of woman has gotten her claws into you?" She alternated between shrieking accusations and fake sobbing, clearly relishing the audience she had attracted for her performance as the betrayed mafia wife.

"Claire, enough of this madness!" My father’s voice was tight with the kind of barely restrained fury that made lesser men in our world disappear permanently.

"I wanted to discuss this privately, Nathaniel, in our own home," Claire continued her calculated tirade, "but you slipped away while I was visiting our daughter. You ran here to hide behind Beckett like some coward - he’s always resented our marriage, always wanted to see our family destroyed. He’s obviously helping you cover up this affair!"

The accusation was beyond outrageous, and Claire was playing to her audience, ensuring every passerby caught every dramatic word of her manufactured betrayal.

"Claire, you don’t need any help destroying families - you’re a natural expert at it!" Katarina called out the moment her feet touched the ground, matching Claire’s volume with surgical precision.

Claire spun toward my wife like a viper ready to strike. "Shut your mouth, you little tramp! You left home playing dress-up as some model, but everyone knows you were just whoring around the city. Then you came crawling back and trapped this fool into marriage. You’re poison - I guarantee you filled Lila’s head with all these rebellious ideas about defying family obligations."

Claire had always attacked Katarina with vicious personal insults, and my wife typically brushed them off with aristocratic indifference. But something was fundamentally different today.

"You evil witch, you don’t speak to me like that!" Katarina lunged forward with lightning speed and seized Claire by her perfectly styled hair, yanking it with the violent intensity of someone shaking out a filthy carpet.

"Help me! Someone get this psychotic woman off me!" Claire screamed, thrashing desperately to free herself while Katarina maintained her iron grip, shaking Claire’s head back and forth like a predator with cornered prey.

I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around Katarina’s waist, attempting to pull her back from the fray. "Lucinda, let go of her!" She ignored me completely, continuing to shake Claire’s head with disturbing vigor. I pulled harder, stepping backward, but Katarina simply dragged Claire along with us across the courtyard stones.

"For God’s sake, Lucinda, release her before you actually tear her head from her shoulders!" I pleaded, and finally my wife gave one last, devastatingly powerful yank before opening her clenched fists.

When Katarina uncurled her fingers, they were filled with Claire’s torn hair. She stared at her own hands with a smile of pure triumph. Claire, witnessing this trophy collection, transformed into an enraged animal. Her expensive clothes were completely disheveled, her hair resembling a disaster zone. She charged toward Katarina with murderous intent, and I barely managed to position myself between them as a human shield. Claire slammed into me with her full weight as I grabbed her wrists to restrain her.

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