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Chapter 6

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“That shipment was fine,” Ives said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Isabella was on top of it. She said everything was going according to plan…”

He stopped mid-sentence.

He remembered.

For the past five years, I had handled every important deal, every single detail from start to finish. Isabella was just the face, the messenger, the pretty distraction.

The person who made sure nothing ever, ever went wrong… was me.

He turned to me, his eyes demanding. “Didn’t you double-check the details on thi
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  • Secretly Divorced：The Ruthless Don Begs Too Late   Chapter 9

    A wild flicker of hope ignited in Ives’s eyes. He gripped my wrist tighter.“Aurora…” His voice was shaking. “You remember. You still care. You have to.”He thought I was forgiving him.He thought I was coming back.Until I pulled open the collar of my own coat.On my collarbone, where a matching tattoo should have been, there was only smooth, clear skin and a faint, pale scar, barely visible in the dim streetlight.Ives’s eyes widened in horror.The color drained from his face. He stammered, “You… When… When did you…”I let my collar fall back into place and smoothed out the lapel of my coat.“The first time,” I said calmly, my voice devoid of all emotion. “The first time you brought Isabella to our home. My heart made its decision then.”“The very next day, I went to have it removed.”“Getting a tattoo lasered off hurts like hell, you know,” I said, meeting his shattered gaze. “But compared to the pain of watching you with another woman right in front of my face, it was nothing.”Ive

  • Secretly Divorced：The Ruthless Don Begs Too Late   Chapter 8

    (Ives’s POV)The Moretti family meeting room was thick with smoke and fear. The elders and capos sat around the long mahogany table, their faces grim.Ives stood at the head, looking ten years older than he had a month ago.“The Irish’s final deadline is tomorrow,” said Marco, his voice hollow. “We don’t have enough liquid cash to pay them off.”“Unless—” he paused, looking at Ives, “—unless we touch the family’s core assets. The reserves.”“No,” Ives said flatly. “Once those are gone, the family’s foundation is gone. We’ll be finished.”“Then what’s the plan, Ives?” one of the oldest capos asked, his voice rough.Ives was silent for a few seconds.“I’ll figure something out.”“Figure what out?” another elder pressed, slamming his hand on the table. “Right now, every outfit in New York is laughing at us. Calling us weak.”“If you can’t handle this, the Moretti family’s reputation—our legacy—is finished!”“I said I’ll figure it out!” Ives yelled, his control finally snapping.Just then,

  • Secretly Divorced：The Ruthless Don Begs Too Late   Chapter 7

    Ives gritted his teeth, his mind scrambling for an escape. “When did I ever say that?”His voice was laced with a panic he couldn't hide.“Impossible,” he continued, his denial growing more frantic. “Stepping down from the family is a major decision. Why wouldn’t I be involved?”“Some idiot must have acted on his own!” he roared at Marco, his voice cracking. “Find the son of a bitch who processed this and put him in a cage! Who gave him the authority? I want him to pay! I want him out of the Moretti family!”I watched him rage, knowing it was all a desperate performance—a way to shift the blame and paint himself as the wronged party.Then he looked at me, a hopeful, pleading look in his eyes. “Aurora. See? I dealt with the asshole.”“It was his fault. He didn’t explain the situation to me properly.”“Why would I ever not want to know what’s going on with you?”He stepped closer, reaching for my hand.“Come back,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “I need you.”“The family needs you.”

  • Secretly Divorced：The Ruthless Don Begs Too Late   Chapter 6

    “That shipment was fine,” Ives said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Isabella was on top of it. She said everything was going according to plan…”He stopped mid-sentence.He remembered.For the past five years, I had handled every important deal, every single detail from start to finish. Isabella was just the face, the messenger, the pretty distraction.The person who made sure nothing ever, ever went wrong… was me.He turned to me, his eyes demanding. “Didn’t you double-check the details on this shipment?”His tone was completely matter-of-fact, as if it was still my job, my responsibility. Just like it had been every single time for the past five years.I gave him a look of pure scorn. “Why would I do that? It was Isabella’s job. Not mine.”I looked him straight in the eye. “Have you forgotten what you said when you forced me to hand it over to her? You said she was ‘better suited for it.’ You said, ‘You can rest now, Aurora.’”Ives’s face turned to stone.“But you’re the lady of the

  • Secretly Divorced：The Ruthless Don Begs Too Late   Chapter 5

    Ives’s chest heaved. He took a few deep, ragged breaths, realizing he’d lost his composure in front of me.“Isabella,” he said, his voice now dangerously calm. “This is family business. It’s not your place to speak. You should go.”“But Ives…” Her eyes welled with tears, her voice cracking. “You know I have nowhere else to go…”“Get a hotel,” Ives said, his patience completely gone.“But—”“I’ll have someone book you a room,” he said, giving her a subtle, almost imperceptible look.But I saw it. Of course, I did.Isabella understood. She choked back a sob, walked over to the coat rack, and grabbed her coat. Then she brazenly reached into the pocket of Ives’s overcoat and pulled out a key.How utterly pathetic. Even now, Ives was making sure his mistress had a soft place to land.As Isabella walked to the door, I spoke.“Wait,” I said calmly. “Leave the necklace.”She turned, her hand instinctively flying to the sapphire at her throat.“This… Ives gave this to me,” she stammered, biting

  • Secretly Divorced：The Ruthless Don Begs Too Late   Chapter 4

    The smile on Ives’s face vanished.He snatched the file, his face a mask of disbelief.“What the hell is this?” he demanded, his voice rising in anger. “You’re cutting ties with me? Aurora, do you have any idea what you’re saying?”“I do,” I said calmly.“Oh my god,” Isabella gasped, covering her mouth, though her eyes shone with a joy she couldn’t hide. “Aurora, what are you doing? Ives was just upset. How can you be so childish? The Don loves you so much, how could you possibly—”“I don’t agree to this,” Ives snapped, cutting her off. He slammed the file down on the coffee table.“The alliance between the Moretti and Castellano families is bigger than us. It’s built on decades of shared interests,” Ives said, his voice turning to steel. “The East Coast arms routes, the casino cuts in Vegas… you think a divorce is just signing a piece of paper?”He stepped toward me, his shadow falling over me.“Aurora, breaking this alliance will have consequences. You’re threatening to plunge both o

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