Kicked Out by My Don Boyfriend

My boyfriend, who was a Mafia Don and wildly in love with me, kicked me out of the family and caused my younger brother's death because of the new Consigliere. I decided to leave once and for all.

"Are you sure you want to join us, Eva? Well, then it's a deal. We leave in three days."

On the other end of the phone call was the agitated voice of the Carloni family's Underboss. They were the top Mafia family in the United States.

The Carlonis were legalizing their businesses and were interested in my expertise in money laundering. To convince me to join them, their Underboss came to Italy under a pseudonym to persuade me to accept their offer. He waited three years for the first opportunity to poach me.

"I'm sure."

It was dead silent in the hospital's morgue.

When I saw my eight-year-old brother's lifeless face again, I was numb as I signed the contract for the purchase of his graveyard plot.

While in the doctor's office, the doctor informed me that I had to pay for the plot in advance.

I had used almost all my money on Joey's treatment when he was in the last stages of uremia.

For the last few years, I had been fighting for the family by Caesar Lupino's side. I lost all my friends, and when Caesar kicked me out of the family, I was shunned by everyone.

I had no idea what to do. My future was bleak.

Out of habit, I touched the necklace around my neck.

It was called 'Heart of the Diamond'. Caesar had bid a billion on it at an auction just to give it to me.

He told me that I was priceless to him and that everything he ever did for me was worth it.

Before the operation, I wanted to sell it at auction, but the auction house only offered 500,000 dollars. It was far less than the surgery fees required for Joey's kidney transplant.

After long consideration, I decided not to sell it.

It was probably fated that some things were never meant for certain people.

As I was rushing out the door to the auction house, I was knocked to the ground by bodyguards who had barged into the hospital.

My palms brushed against the ground, which was instantly stained by my blood.

When I looked up, I saw Caesar pushing Rosetta Neroni, who was in a wheelchair, hurriedly into the hospital. A massive group of bodyguards and hospital personnel followed them.

Caesar looked extremely worried as he gently and adoringly cajoled her.

When he looked around, he saw me sitting on the ground, looking disheveled. He turned away without hesitation.

As a nurse passing by helped me up, I heard the whispers of people close to me.

"How lucky some people are! Her boyfriend got the entire hospital's medical experts together just to treat the superficial cut on her leg. Somewhere else in this hospital, a young boy is suffering from late-stage uremia, who can't even afford his surgery fees. All he can do is wait for his time to run out."

I leaned against the wall, about to thank the nurse who helped me.

Before I could, a pair of hands grabbed my arms. It was a grim-looking Caesar, who had turned back for me.

He dragged me to the stairwell on the second floor.

It was a quiet place, and I could hear his angry breathing very clearly.

"Why did you come here?"

Caesar realized how stern and cold he sounded after questioning me angrily, so he softened his tone.

"Rosetta's leg was cut by the office's new banknote scanner on the floor. I'm accompanying her to take care of the wound.

"You followed me here because I didn't transfer the money to you, right? I'll give you the money now. Go back immediately. Don't let Rosetta see you, or she’ll misunderstand."