เข้าสู่ระบบOn the day the real heiress was welcomed home, my fiancé was already sleeping with her. Staring at the blue pills and torn lingerie scattered on the floor, I told them to get the hell out of my wedding house. But a second later, my father stormed in and slapped me hard across the face. "Who are you to tell her to leave? Bella is our real daughter!" "Elena, you’re just an outsider we took in by mistake. You’re the one who needs to get out." Marco wrapped his arm around Bella, his tone impatient: "Elena, I’m the heir to the Moretti family. I can’t marry a mongrel with impure blood like you. If you don't want to bring shame to the family, be smart and go tell the Don the wedding is off tomorrow." Bella gave a coy smile and tossed a stack of cash at my feet like she was giving alms: "Sister, I know Marco and I hurt you, but we’re true love." "Take this as your severance package. Take the money and get lost." I suppressed my rage and stepped forward to throw these disgusting people out, but Marco shoved me violently. "I told you, I’m not marrying you! Keep pestering us, and don't blame me for getting rough!" My stomach slammed against the table. I laughed out of pure anger. Who said I wanted to marry him? The one I’m going to marry is his father—the Don of the Moretti family, Lorenzo.
ดูเพิ่มเติมFive years later. Sicily.This is the birthplace of the D'Angelo family, and now, it is our home.The afternoon sun spilled over the lawn of the three-hundred-year-old estate like liquid gold. The air was thick with the scent of lemon trees and olives.I lounged beneath a white parasol, holding a glass of chilled pomegranate juice.Time hadn’t left a single mark on my face; if anything, the nourishment of power and happiness made me look even more composed than I did five years ago."Leo! Stop picking on your sister!"Near the fountain, two angel-like children were playing.Five-year-old Leonardo had the same raven hair and deep blue eyes as Lorenzo. Even at his young age, he already radiated that natural, imposing authority.Right now, he was trying to splash water on his sister.Sofia, who had inherited my light brown hair, cleverly hid behind a stone pillar, giggling."Let them play."Lorenzo walked over, leaned down to kiss my cheek, and handed me a peeled grape."Luca just sent th
Three months later, the best private hospital in Manhattan was surrounded by black-clad bodyguards.Lorenzo held my hand nervously, his palm sweating, his eyes glued to the ultrasound screen."Congratulations, Don. Congratulations, Madam."The elderly doctor adjusted his glasses, his face beaming with a sincere smile."Two strong heartbeats. It’s twins—a boy and a girl."On the screen, two tiny lives were curled up together.Lorenzo froze. I had never seen him make an expression like that.In traditional Italian Mafia families, mixed-gender twins were seen as a miracle, a symbol of prosperity and balance."Two..."Lorenzo muttered to himself, then suddenly stood up and leaned down to kiss me—a kiss that was passionate and trembling."Elena, you are the greatest gift God has ever given me."That afternoon, the entire New York underworld was shaken.With a wave of his hand, Lorenzo transferred three of the family’s private islands in the Mediterranean to my name as a reward for the "moth
The silence in the grand hall was so absolute you could almost hear the champagne bubbles popping in the glasses.Every pair of eyes shifted from shock to naked disgust and revulsion.Bella froze in place, the microphone dropping from her hand and hitting the carpet with a dull thud.The mask of the victim she took such pride in had shattered completely."No... this is fake! It's Photoshopped! Elena framed me!"She screamed like a madwoman, trying to rush the stage to block the screen, but her legs were jelly, and she couldn't take a single step.However, the person reacting even more violently than her was Marco, standing right by her side.Marco stared dead at the medical report on the screen, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull.His face turned from ashen to a sickly green—the color of pure terror mixed with physical nausea.Three months ago.That timeline matched exactly when he had dumped me for Bella, the days they spent wildly hooking up under the Eiffel Tower.His hands sh
Bella's stupidity went beyond anyone’s wildest imagination—it even crossed the line of Lorenzo’s tolerance.Three days after being kicked out of the penthouse, she gave an interview to a TV station known for digging up dirt.On camera, she looked haggard. She wore no makeup and cheap, worn-out clothes. Through tears, she accused "Mafia forces" of persecution, hinting that the D'Angelo family had not only illegally stripped her of her assets but had even issued death threats against her.She was playing with fire.Omertà—the code of silence—is the cornerstone upon which the underworld survives. Anyone who breaks it isn't just a traitor to the family; they become public enemy number one to the entire circle.Lorenzo watched Bella’s twisted face on the TV screen, his expression terrifyingly calm."She thinks this is a Hollywood movie, where playing the victim gets you justice."Lorenzo pressed the off button on the remote, and the screen went black instantly."But she forgot one thing. Th






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