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Miscarriage Was Murder: My Husband's Secret Plot Chapter 10
I was certain that the rest of my life would be steady and uneventful. What lay between Domenico and me was separated by death and more pain than I could measure, and none of it would ever bring us together again.I never imagined he would come looking for me. But through a tip from a mutual acquaintance, he tracked me down.One day, I closed a major deal and was heading out to sign the contract in person. I'd dressed carefully for the occasion, sharp and polished in something understated that carried authority. I looked like a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.I arrived at the meeting point as arranged and pushed open the door, only to freeze where I stood.The person sitting inside wasn't the business partner. It was Domenico, whom I hadn't seen in a long time.He had wasted away in the time since. The commanding presence that once defined him was gone entirely. His eyes were dull, heavy with exhaustion and wear, with none of the fire he used to carry.The moment he sa
Miscarriage Was Murder: My Husband's Secret Plot Chapter 9
No one knew that I had faked my death and made my way back to my homeland, the coast of Cedral.I was the only daughter of one of Cedral's oldest and most powerful financial dynasties. My family's roots ran deep, with influence stretching across ports in multiple countries along the southern coast. We were old money in every sense of the word.I had been the treasure of the family from the day I was born, adored and sheltered by my parents and my brother. I could have lived my entire life in comfort and security, backed by a fortune most people couldn't imagine.But my younger self had despised everything about the rigid, predictable world I'd been born into.I'd met every eligible young man the families in our circle had to offer. They were polished, accomplished, and impossible to fault. Still, every single one of them was the same kind of safe, buttoned-up, and utterly lacking the raw edge I craved.Then I turned 19, and at a private cocktail party, I met Domenico.One look, a
Miscarriage Was Murder: My Husband's Secret Plot Chapter 8
After the party, Valentina was seething, but she still wanted to give them both one last chance.She went to Domenico on her own, deliberately softening her approach, and offered what looked like a humble apology."Domenico, I was wrong. I shouldn't have gone ahead and thrown the party without talking to you first."She put on the face of a woman who understood, who was considerate of his position."I get it. Nadia only just passed, and if you got engaged to me so soon, it would look terrible for you. I was being naive."Then, with a trace of quiet hope, she laid herself bare. "I won't push you. I can wait. However long it takes, I'll wait until you're ready to accept me."But Domenico didn't soften in the slightest. He looked straight at her. "Don't bother waiting. I will never be with you, not in this lifetime."The color vanished from Valentina's face, but Domenico wasn't finished."I'll honor the promise I made. Your child will be the heir. But until that child comes of age
Miscarriage Was Murder: My Husband's Secret Plot Chapter 7
Valentina finalized every detail of the party in no time.She invited all the prominent figures in their circle, along with every elder and relative in the Ferrante family. She was determined to use the evening to cement herself as the undisputed mistress of the estate.On the night of the party, she dressed to perfection. The gown was stunning, and she wore it like she'd been born for it. She moved through the crowd with easy grace, every inch the hostess.Most of the guests knew which way the wind was blowing and played along. They approached her one after another with smiles and congratulations, every word a compliment about her soon becoming Domenico's wife.The endless stream of flattery fed her vanity exactly the way she needed it to, and she kept a radiant smile on her face the entire night. She was certain that after tonight, no one would ever hold the dead Madre over her head again.But just as the evening was about to formally begin, when the atmosphere in the room was a
Miscarriage Was Murder: My Husband's Secret Plot Chapter 6
After I was gone, Domenico fell apart completely.He blamed himself over and over, his mind trapped in a single relentless thought. If he hadn't insisted on locking me in that room, I never would have died. The guilt ate at him every waking moment, pressing down on him until he could barely breathe.After my funeral, he shut himself inside the master bedroom and didn't come out.He drowned himself in alcohol day and night, letting himself deteriorate piece by piece. The man who had once led the Ferrante family with ruthless precision and quiet authority was reduced to a hollow shell, with none of the sharpness he'd once carried. Every trace of the person he used to be was gone.His room was littered with empty bottles, and the air permanently reeked of liquor. The moment his mind cleared even slightly, my face would flood back in. The way I'd looked at him in silence, the disappointment in my eyes, all of it was seared into his memory and refused to fade.Whenever he thought abo
Miscarriage Was Murder: My Husband's Secret Plot Chapter 5
The black Maybach tore through every red light on the way there. Domenico sat in the back seat, his face dark enough to silence the entire car.No one dared to speak. Rocco sat in the passenger seat, his back soaked through with cold sweat. He'd been at Domenico's side for years, and this was the first time he'd ever seen the Don lose control like this.Just ten minutes ago, Domenico had mobilized the city's entire fire response network, blocked off roads, evacuated surrounding blocks, and ordered his private medical team on standby.The full weight of the Ferrante empire had been set into motion, all because of a single sentence. "The Madre's room caught fire."But even so, by the time the car pulled up to the estate, the flames had already torn through half the east wing. Smoke billowed into the sky, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of char.Fire hoses blasted water in every direction. The staff and guards were on their knees across the lawn, none of them daring to lo
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