I'm Done With the Don Who Plays Favorites

After returning to the villa, I went straight to the bedroom upstairs, intending to pack a few coats. But then, I discovered that the closet was filled with Liliana's clothes.I looked around the room and saw that Liliana's belongings were scattered everywhere. There was her lipstick on the nightstand, and the sexy nightgown casually tossed onto the bed. Every corner of the room carried traces of her presence. There were strands of her bold curls beside my pillow.For a moment, I couldn't even tell whose home this was. Giorgio had once promised that this home would forever belong to me. Only now did I realize that I had never truly belonged here.My heart clenched tightly as waves of dull pain slowly spread through me. My eyes reddened as I shoved clothes haphazardly into my suitcase.I dragged out the safe from beneath the bed. I had never opened it since we got married. Hence, a thick layer of dust had already gathered on its surface.I opened the door and, with trembling hands,

The person standing outside the door was none other than Liliana. She held a large bouquet of white lilies in her arms, smiling brightly and innocently."Giorgio, I came to apologize to Bella," she chirped.The moment I saw the flowers, my breathing hitched.I was severely allergic to lily pollen. Giorgio knew that, which was why not a single white lily had appeared in this villa ever since we got married.But now, Liliana stood before me carrying them openly in her arms.Giorgio pulled a long face and asked sternly, "Who said you could bring those in here?"Liliana seemed to suddenly realize her mistake.She sounded aggrieved as she explained, "I didn't know. I just thought lilies complemented the romantic atmosphere of a wedding anniversary."Feigning ignorance, she took another deliberate step forward.The heavy scent of pollen rushed toward me. My throat tightened instantly, and my chest felt unbearably heavy.I gripped the edge of the table, my voice hoarse and constrict

"Pull up all the surveillance footage from tonight. The back door, the driveway, the dock. Don't miss a single frame," Giorgio ordered coldly.The tablet was quickly brought over by his Underboss, Franco Bianchi.On the screen, at 1:17 am, I dragged my suitcase out through the back door. I didn't alert anyone, nor did I look back. A black car waited at the end of the pier. The driver got out first, and then a tall man stepped out from the back seat and opened the car door for me.Giorgio stared at the hand resting on the car door. Veins bulged faintly on the back of the man's hand, and a silver eagle crest gleamed on his cuff.That definitely didn't belong to the Vitoriano famiglia.Franco's expression shifted slightly as he lowered his voice. "Don Vitoriano, that's the crest of the Rinaldi family."A cold light flashed through Giorgio's eyes as he asked, "Which Rinaldi?""Enzo Rinaldi." Franco swallowed hard. "The western port, the art shipping routes, and the southern coast ca

Even the music in the grand hall stopped.Everyone's eyes fell on Giorgio as though they were watching an unexpected spectacle. Everyone on the West Coast knew that the new Don of the Vitoriano Famiglia was ruthless and had never once lost his composure in public.But now, he stood beneath the stage. He was looking up at the woman above him as though he had wagered away every last bit of his dignity.Matteo was the first to react. His expression darkened as he stepped forward, only to be gently stopped by me."I'll handle this," I said to him.Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked down from the stage. My heels clacked sharply against the marble floor. Each step sounded like a resolved shattering of the hesitation and compromise of the past seven years.I stopped in front of Giorgio and finally saw him clearly.A layer of stubble had grown on his jaw, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes. Even the cuffs that were always perfectly pressed had begun to wrinkle.He was stil

By the evening of the third day, the Vitoriano manor was brightly lit.I made no attempt to avoid attention. Accompanied by Padre and Matteo, I entered the meeting hall right on time. The long table was filled with the core members of the Vitoriano famiglia, including several old elders who usually relied on seniority to throw their weight around.Giorgio had made this meeting formal enough.Just as I took my seat, the hurried clacking of high heels echoed from outside the hall.Liliana burst in wearing a white dress. She had obviously dressed up on purpose, and her eyes shone with excitement.She blurted, "Gio, you finally came to your senses, didn't you? I knew you would never really choose an outsider over—""Shut up," Giorgio cut her off.He sat at the head of the table. Without even looking at her, he simply motioned for Franco to place the documents before me."This is everything you asked for." His voice was steady but rough with exhaustion from a sleepless night. He w