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My Husband's Debt for His Principessa Chapter 10
"Dead?" I stood up slowly, watching the madwoman in front of me. "You want him to be dead?""Of course!" Cassandra cackled. "The bastard who betrayed me! The scum who abandoned me and our sons! He's better off dead!"She paced my office like a caged animal."Now that he's gone, as the mother of his only sons, I have a legal claim to the Moretti fortune!""Is that so?" I sneered. "And what do you think you'll be inheriting?""This building! The businesses! The bank accounts!" Greed flashed in her eyes. "Marco and Mike are Alessio's heirs!""What a shame," I said, turning my back to her to gaze out at the city lights. "Alessio isn't dead."Her laughter stopped abruptly."What?""He's alive," I said, turning to face her. "But you could say he's been... decommissioned."Cassandra's face went pale. "A vegetable?""A deep coma. He might never wake up." I savored the fear on her face. "But legally, he's still alive.""Then... then his assets...""You want to know about his assets?" I pulled a
My Husband's Debt for His Principessa Chapter 9
Isabella’s POVA week later, I left the office. It was after eleven at night.I had been working nonstop, finalizing the consolidation of the family businesses.Everything was going according to plan.Alessio's empire was a thing of the past. The new order I built was solid."The car is ready, Signora," my driver, Tony, said, holding the door for me.Just as I was about to get in, a figure darted out from the shadows."Isabella! Wait!"Alessio.He looked like he'd been dragged through hell and back—unshaven, clothes reeking of stale whiskey and desperation, his eyes bloodshot and haunted."Move," I said without looking at him."Please, just listen to me!" He blocked the car door. "Just a few minutes!""I don't have time.""Isabella, I know I was wrong!" His voice was desperate. "I know I made an unforgivable mistake!"I stopped and looked at him coldly. "You know that now?""Yes!" He nodded frantically. "I miss her, Isabella. I miss our daughter. I have nightmares every night. I see h
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Alessio's POVThe prison gates slammed shut behind him.Five years. He had carved every single one of those one thousand, eight hundred and twenty-five days into the wall of his mind.But as he walked out, he didn't feel freedom. He felt empty.The streets of New York were the same, but everything had changed.The skyscrapers still stood tall, but the empire that was once his was gone.The only thing he wanted to do was see Isabella.See his wife.The Moretti headquarters was still there, but the security guards at the door didn't recognize him."I'm Alessio Moretti," he told the receptionist.The young woman glanced at her computer, then smiled politely. "One moment, sir, I'll need to confirm that."Confirm.There was a time when everyone in this building knew his name.Now, he needed to be confirmed just to enter.Ten minutes later, he was escorted to the top-floor office.Isabella sat behind a massive desk, focused on a document.She was even more beautiful than she was five years a
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Three months later, I was sitting in the Moretti family's law firm, watching the news."Former Moretti family Don, Alessio Moretti, appeared in federal court today facing charges of money laundering and art smuggling..."On the screen, Alessio was in handcuffs, being escorted into the courthouse by FBI agents.He looked even more haggard, but his eyes still held a spark of defiance."Signora," my lawyer, Mr. Johnson, said, "the evidence against him is ironclad. The anonymous tip you provided was, of course, impeccable."I didn't respond, just kept watching the news.The laundered bank accounts, the illicit art, the falsified trade documents—I knew about all of it.After all, I was once his most trusted wife."What's the expected sentence?" I asked."Five to seven years," Johnson replied. "But if he cooperates, it could be reduced."On the TV, the judge was reading the verdict: "Alessio Moretti, considering your full confession, this court sentences you to five years in federal prison..
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Two weeks later, I sat in Alessio's old office, signing stacks of documents. The gears of my new machine were grinding into place with brutal speed."Signora," my new assistant reported, "as per your instructions, the Falcone Bank has recalled all outstanding loans to Moretti businesses, citing a 'crisis of leadership.'"A move straight from my father's playbook. Starve them out before you cut their throats."Good. And the dissenters?""Lorenzo and Marco are... persuading them. I expect they'll see reason shortly."I nodded. This was exactly what I wanted. I wasn't just taking over his business empire; I was seizing control of the machine of violence he was so proud of.The phone rang. It was Antonio."Isabella, he wants to see you."I knew who "he" was."Let him wait," I said, and hung up.Two hours later, I finally walked into the family conference room.Alessio sat there. In just two weeks, he looked like he'd aged twenty years. His eyes were bloodshot and hollow."Isabella." He st
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Half an hour later, Alessio threw open the door, his face a mask of fury.Behind him stood Antonio and the family's two most senior Capos, Lorenzo and Marco."Alessio," Antonio's voice was low and commanding, "the family requires an explanation for Lucia's death.""Explanation?" Alessio tried to act calm. "I don't know what you mean.""Lucia Moretti, age eight, died three days ago." Antonio pulled a document from his suit jacket. It wasn't my shredded copy, but an official one he'd gotten through his own channels. "This is the official death report from the hospital."Alessio's face was ashen, but he clung to the lie. "That's impossible. She has a cold. She's resting.""Then bring her down," the older Capo, Lorenzo, said, his voice like gravel. "Let us see with our own eyes."A dead silence fell. Alessio's lips trembled, but he couldn't speak.He looked at me, his eyes pleading for the first time, full of fear. "Isabella, tell them. Tell them Lucia is alive."I slowly stood up, meeting
