Chapter 130

***Levi.***

***September 15th, eight years earlier***

By August 15th, three months later, I married Belle.

If you were a socialite and hadn't attended the wedding, you were snobbed.

The entire wedding turned out a success and the bride, received the best set of diamonds as a wedding band, mined by my company.

Yes, in addition to construction, I discreetly owned and ran the mining company, which I inherited from my family. Rebranded to RINA mines, in honor of my parents, we legally mined diamonds, and other precious minerals.

I had been the happiest groom. Marrying a girl from a top socialite family. Additionally, a girl I had fallen for. While her parents had been the most elated; their daughter marrying New York's best. Her twin on the other hand had regarded me with scorn and suspicion, the entire time.

But I could only see Belle.

I hadn't seen her lips pulled into a tight line. Or her neck taut from her forced smile.

Yes, everyone wondered why I hadn't taken it slow, and I usually wondered the same. But who determined these things. Cupid's arrow struck, you obliged.

Now, two years later, I was wondering why I hadn't noticed the red flags. Or I had, but only cast it as the whims of a superficial, young, beautiful woman. A woman, who was used to men falling at her feet, with her smile.

10pm and I was sitting to dinner at the Ruthford mansion, waiting for my dear wife of two years to return.

Our Anniversary was tonight and I had made ample preparations to show my love still burned after two years. I wanted to show her all the passion my words sometimes couldn't say. Life had turned me into a taciturn guy. As a result, I allowed my actions speak my emotions.

Her favorite food prepared. A stunning diamond set worth hundreds of dollars for her. Yet she was absent.

I knew where she was. I was no fool. Had her every move followed by my men. However, I wanted to believe I was married to a pious woman. Even though the evidence that presently lay exposed on the table said differently.

I had just finished watching another footage of my wife having sex with multiple partners. Five this time. A higher number to the three she had been having for the past two years since we married. Yes, Belle Ruthford, started cheating on me, from the moment we got married.

Even at the wedding reception.

There was a time she had excused herself to go powder her nose or something. When she returned, she had reeked of sex and I had almost choked. But somehow a kiss from her beautiful lips, which now I remember, had smelled foul, thawed me.

Unfortunately, I hadn't seen the footage sent by my men, until after the entire ceremony the following morning.

"Where are you coming from?" I asked Belle, as she walked by, smelling of bullshit.

She managed to clean up nice, considering the life footage I had just watched of her. She was startled by me; by the entire arrangement of the table. My gaze, hardened, remained on her the entire time. My vision blurred with men fucking every orifice she had, moments ago.

When I said I had men watching her every move, I meant 24/7.

"Where the fuck are you coming from, Belle?!" I roared.

She jerked in fright, knowing that she had never seen my rage.

I had always shown her tenderness, leniency. Even when her parents had died a year ago, and she had chosen to stay away from me for six months, I hadn't argued. I had allowed her. Even though I later knew her whereabouts for those six monts. She had been in our property in Milan, indulging in sick debauchery.

At this point, my patience was done; replaced by a seething revulsion and hatred.

Inching closer to her, I held the tablet to her face and let her see her own sin.

Tonight I was her judgement, and she was my worst mistake. Belle's skin turned pale, as she currently watched the video. Her moans in the video sickening to my stomach. Petrified, she was unable to look me in the face.

"Do you know what they call me in the underworld." My tone wasn't supposed to be menacing, but I had drained all capability of humanity at this point. I was void of emotion but hate. "Am the King of New York My love. I have you all here." I showed her my palm, for emphasis.

She trembled now, her eyes pleading.

"It'sit's-"

"Save it, Belle. I saw you from the first time you did it on our wedding day. I know you." I cut her off. She gasped, frightened.

I picked up my phone, raising it to my ear. "Come inside. Have the entire estate locked, until this is over." I put the phone away, returning to my seat. Anger simmering inside me.

I couldn't even look at her. This same woman, who I had given my world, my time. I had bought her a property in Milan as her wedding gift and she had gone to pay me this way. Well the Milan property was sold now. She didn't need to find that out. Where she was going, there'd be only her eternal judgement.

"LeviI'm sorry. ItIt wasn't my intentionI lo"

I cut her a look and whatever she had wanted to say, was swallowed back. The moment was interrupted by the door opening and my men filing in.

She turned and gasped. Her latest five lovers being dragged into our presence. They were struggling, infuriating me.

"BelleWhat is this?" One of them asked.

I frowned at his audacity. A familiar model. She didn't even have any taste. Fucked boy toys.

To answer his question. I walked to him.

"This, my friend, is the beginning of your end." I swept a gaze across them.

My guilty captives. Their executioner.