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Chapter 8
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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
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I set down my glass and stared at him with a gaze so calm that it was almost cruel."You knew exactly what those tonics were for, and you still allowed me to take them for three years. Giorgio, pulling a trigger isn't the only way to hurt someone."Giorgio clenched his hands. The veins on the back of his hand stood out sharply.There was nothing he could say to refute me because that was the truth.At first, he had agreed to Clemente's condition only to secure his position. Later, the doctor told him the tonics merely reduced the chances of pregnancy temporarily and wouldn't harm me. He believed it, and silently accepted that arrangement.After that, he grew busier and got increasingly accustomed to me always waiting for him in the same place. So, he stopped questioning it altogether.Only tonight did he finally realize that what he had signed back then wasn't a temporary compromise. It was a slow but lethal blade, and every cut had landed on me.In a quiet voice, he said, "I'll
I'm Done With the Don Who Plays Favorites Chapter 8
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
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That night, the finally complete Rinaldi family sat merrily in the dining hall of the manor.Padre sat at the head of the table. Matteo took the seat to my left, while Madre filled my plate with creamy mushrooms—the dish I had loved most as a child. But by then, I could barely remember its taste anymore.Everyone looked at me cautiously. They seemed to be afraid that if they startled me by being overly enthusiastic, I would somehow disappear again.I lowered my head and took a sip of the hot soup. My heart gradually filled up with a warmth that was both comforting and painfully bittersweet.I finally had a home.After dinner, Padre had all the information gathered over the years brought into the study. The thick stack of files included the police report from the year I had disappeared and clues tied to underground trafficking networks. There were also records of the Rinaldi family's search efforts that had stretched across nearly the entire West Coast over the years.The final
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"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
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The intimacy in the living room continued.But the moment Liliana's hand touched Giorgio's belt, he snapped back to his senses.No! Liliana was someone he had always regarded as a younger sister. She wasn't me, and it was wrong for them to do something like this.Giorgio pushed Liliana away, rubbing his brow irritably. Without saying a word, he picked up his shirt and put it on, straightening the creases before heading right toward the bedroom.Liliana, who was still half reclining on the couch, started fuming in annoyance. "Where are you going, Gio? Don't tell me that after all this, you still want to go and check on that bitch."Giorgio stopped in his tracks and shot her a cold, warning glance over his shoulder.That glare stunned Liliana into silence for a moment. After recovering from her shock, she wrapped herself in a blanket unhappily and followed him to the bedroom door.Inside, the bed was neatly made, and I was nowhere to be seen. Even the beige shawl I had draped over
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