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My Second Life: Ditching the Mafia Don Chapter 12
Giovannina's POV After leaving the pretrial detention center, Carlo completely lost his mind. He pressured Papa to rescind his order and get me out, but for the sake of the Famiglia and Margherita, Papa refused. Carlo then tried to force Margherita to come in and take my place. "Giovannina volunteered. I can't go there and throw my life away again!" she wept.All of a sudden, Carlo realized how terrible Margherita's acting really was. Yet, he had chosen to believe her.That was when he started digging into everything. He discovered that Margherita had paid people off to frame me inside the pretrial detention center, which had resulted in me being locked away in the Black Cell. He also discovered that Margherita was the one who had leaked the information that plunged my Famiglia into this crisis. None of this was news to me. Carlo rallied his Famiglia and had Margherita turned over to the Alliance. Meanwhile, I sat quietly in the office of the Boss of the Alliance, watching
My Second Life: Ditching the Mafia Don Chapter 11
Giovannina's POVCarlo shook his head, staring at me in disbelief."I got what I wished for and married you. Then, at a gathering, I drank the poisoned wine a rival Famiglia had prepared for you. Unaware of the truth, you paid me a single visit on my deathbed. At the time, you told me that if you were given another chance, you wished you'd never met me."Carlo blanched, as if something had detonated inside his head."No…" He clutched his forehead in agony. "Everything you said… It feels like I have seen it all with my own eyes."His voice trembled. "In my memories, you were even thinner than you are now, lying in a hospital bed, struggling just to breathe a word while I desperately called out your name… That really happened, didn't it?"I nodded calmly. "That was our previous life."Burying his face in his hands, he sobbed and apologized to me repeatedly. "I had no idea… I didn't know things would turn out like this, Giovannina!"The pain I had suffered in my past life had long
My Second Life: Ditching the Mafia Don Chapter 10
Giovannina's POV"This is all your fault! You're the reason I ended up in the pretrial detention center!" he snarled.I recognized him. He had previously served as the Underboss in charge of my Famiglia's money laundering operations. Margherita had exposed him, and because of that, she had even received praise from the Famiglia. There was but one explanation—someone had bought him off. So, I stopped backing away. Instead, I seized his wrist, slammed him hard onto the floor, and ripped the blade from his grip. "Who put you up to this?" I demanded.He blanched, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a word. I was about to force it out of him when the warden barged in. "Giovannina, you used violence in the detention area. I have no choice but to throw you in the Black Cell!"No one stepped in when others tried to harm me, yet the moment I fought back, I was shut down. Even the blade that had been meant to harm me was completely ignored. Not a single soul stood up for me.
My Second Life: Ditching the Mafia Don Chapter 9
Giovannina's POV"Giovannina Carrettiere!" the warden spat out. "You've hidden a forbidden communication device in the pretrial detention center while awaiting trial. According to the Alliance's laws, you'll be thrown into the Black Cell." I lifted my gaze to look at the communication device. It wasn't mine, but I didn't explain myself. Explanations were useless in the pretrial detention center.When these people wanted to punish someone, they only needed an excuse. The gods only knew how many people this crew had tortured to death using whatever flimsy pretense they could pull out of thin air. Two wardens seized my arms and dragged me through an underground passage that had never been opened before. The farther down we went, the colder it became. Word had it that the Black Cell wasn't a place for imprisonment but a place to test a person's resolve. No one would torment you there, yet almost no one who entered ever made it back out. The heavy steel door slowly creaked open. T
My Second Life: Ditching the Mafia Don Chapter 8
Giovannina's POVAfter midnight, the entire area fell dead silent. Leaning against the wall, I was wide awake. There was no real nighttime here. The stark overhead lights remained on around the clock, and the patrol made its rounds every 30 minutes—one wrong move, and someone could vanish into thin air.I couldn't afford to take the risk. All I could do was keep my eyes shut, tuning into every rustle and murmur around me.The following day, Caterina began targeting me on purpose. She made me scrub bloodstains, haul away dead bodies, and even intentionally spilled scalding hot soup over my hands. I merely looked at her calmly without making a single move to resist. I was well aware that they wanted me to fight back just so they'd have an excuse to torture me until I died. All I could do was wait.Slowly, it dawned on them that no matter how they treated me, I was dead to emotion. I didn't fight back, I didn't beg for mercy, and I didn't shed a tear. I bottled everything up insid
My Second Life: Ditching the Mafia Don Chapter 7
Giovannina's POVThe pretrial detention center was far more grueling than I had imagined. It was built at the edge of the coast, and the underground fortress was dark and damp. There was no mercy here, only endless blood. Those held here had to endure day after day of unrelenting torment while they awaited their final judgment. The heavy iron door slammed shut behind me, its dull thud echoing down the empty corridor like a death knell. Dark brown bloodstains marred the walls because no one bothered to clean them. The Alliance never wasted resources imprisoning ordinary people. Everyone here was either a member who betrayed their Famiglia or a Capo from an underground syndicate. I was the only one among them who had walked in here of her own accord.I was led into the deepest part of the restricted zone. More than a dozen pairs of eyes immediately turned toward me. In the corner, a woman whose face was covered in scars slowly rose to her feet. Her left hand was missing two fin
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