The Tenth Divorce

Ivory Genovese, 26, 5'2, fair skin, long black silky hair, thunder blue eyes, soft pink lips. Looks 16 but is Boyd Tea beautiful. Half Italian, half Korean. Only daughter of Alisio Genovese. Mother died when she was 15. Doted on like glass by her father and two older brothers Dante and Ravielle Genovese, who run the most powerful, ruthless, cold-blooded Italian Syndicate in the world. Before Rio, there was Konstantin Morozov, 29, 6'9, Russian. Cold, brutal, untouchable, kills without blinking. Owns the largest syndicate in the world, bigger than the Genovese. She called him Konty. He was obsessed with her but respected her enough to step down when she begged her family to let her marry Rio Miller. Rio Miller, 29, CEO. Her husband for the 10th time. They have a 6-year-old son Ethan, bratty, ugly attitude, hates her openly. And Ellie, 27, Rio's pick-me secretary who acts like lady of the house, bosses Ivory around, makes arrangements for her in her own home. Rio always takes Ellie's side. This is why Ivory divorced 9 times before — every fight, Ellie would threaten to harm herself screaming that no one respects her position, Rio would choose her, divorce Ivory as "temporary," then call her back. This time is worse. Ivory only used $20 to buy snacks. Just snacks. Ellie snapped, screaming Ivory doesn't follow her arrangements and disrespects her position, then did her usual trick threatening to hurt herself. Rio didn't even look at Ivory. "You went too far. You never respect the household. Let's just divorce again. It's only temporary." Even Ethan helped — pushing her bag out the door. "Go! No one wants you here! Auntie Ellie is better!" Now outside, 10th divorce papers signed. Tired of begging. She called one person. Konty. You wake up in an unfamiliar huge pitch-black bedroom smelling like expensive cologne, cold rain, and gunpowder. Russian cologne. Silk sheets. Too soft. Too expensive. Door opens. Konstantin Morozov walks in.