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The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir
The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir
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Chapter 1

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The doctor hesitated.

“But, Don... you’re planning to pass Bianca’s baby off as your wife’s. What if she finds out?”

“Newborns all look alike. She won’t notice. I’ll take him to her in a minute.”

Luca paused.

“Dispose of the body. And get me that experimental drug. The one that permanently sterilizes women. I’ll give it to Evelyn later.”

“You’ve already let her baby die for Bianca’s son. Why take away her chance to have another?”

Cold air seeped through the morgue door.

“I promised Bianca our son wouldn’t have to share our love or the family’s power with siblings.”

His voice was level.

“She may be married to the boss in Sicily now, but I want her to feel secure.”

“That drug hasn’t completed clinical trials. The side effects are severe. Are you sure you can do that to her?”

Luca sighed.

“Evelyn will wake up soon. A hysterectomy would make her suspicious.”

“She’ll have to endure it. I’ll make it up to her afterward. But she can never carry another Moretti child.”

His phone rang.

A mercenary’s voice came through the speaker.

“Don, the five hundred thousand came through. I’m leaving Chicago now.”

“Your wife will never know you pulled the perimeter guards and paid me to stage that ambush.”

Footsteps sounded inside.

I stumbled back to my room, ignoring the pain in my leg.

I couldn’t stop imagining my baby’s tiny body. I pressed a hand to my chest as tears fell onto my bandages.

The attack hadn’t been retaliation from a rival family.

My husband had been clearing a path for Bianca and their son.

My baby had survived the surgery.

He hadn’t survived his own father.

“Evelyn? You’re awake.”

Luca came in carrying a baby and sat beside me, smiling.

“Look at our son. Doesn’t he look like us?”

He held the baby closer.

“Thank you for giving me such a beautiful heir, sweetheart. I’m going to be the best father.”

I stared at the sleeping infant, my chest aching.

Luca was wrong.

A mother would know her own child.

The baby had his eyes, but Bianca’s nose and chin.

My son was still in the morgue.

“Does your leg hurt? Here. Take a painkiller.”

The concern in his eyes looked exactly as it always had.

I stared at the pill and remembered what I’d heard.

“Luca, it tastes awful. Can I take it later?”

You’ve already killed my child.

Can’t you at least leave me the chance to become a mother again?

He hesitated for one second, then smiled and stroked my hair.

“You’re the Donna, and you’re still acting like a little girl? You’ve given birth and injured your leg. I’ve barely slept worrying about you.”

He offered me the glass.

“Take it for me, sweetheart. I still have to be a good father to our little boy.”

“There’s honey in the water. It’s sweet. Let me help you.”

He wasn’t our little boy.

Luca brought the pill to my lips, leaving no room for another refusal.

I closed my eyes and swallowed it dry.

I didn’t take the honeyed water.

The drug worked quickly.

Pain burned through my lower abdomen. I curled in on myself as blood flowed between my thighs.

“Evelyn! What’s wrong?”

Luca called for the doctor.

The pain dragged me under. Through the darkness, I heard a voice.

“Don... the drug has severely damaged her uterus. She’ll never have another baby.”

Luca let out a long breath of relief.

When I opened my eyes again, his were red.

He leaned over me.

“The doctors said you had a sudden postpartum hemorrhage. You... you can’t have any more children.”

He took my hand.

“Don’t be sad. We still have Leo. He’ll inherit the family one day. He’ll protect you.”

Leo.

He’d even chosen a name.

Luca sent the nurse away, brought warm water, and cleaned the blood from my body himself.

He hated anything dirty. That night, he wiped every trace away.

He told me his mother had taken the baby to the estate because she wanted to see her grandson.

It was late by the time he finished.

I looked at his tired face and managed a smile.

“I’m all right. You’ve had a long day. Get some sleep.”

He kissed my forehead.

“Call me if you need anything. Tomorrow we’ll bring Leo back. We’ll build a good life, the three of us.”

Once he fell asleep, I picked up his phone.

He never locked it. His proof of loyalty.

I hadn’t known about the encrypted profile inside.

The password was Bianca’s birthday.

The wallpaper changed to an old photograph of them together.

Only Bianca appeared in the messages.

I opened the conversation.

She was holding a newborn.

The message read: “Luca, look how beautiful our son is. He’ll grow up to be just as powerful as you.”

The same baby he’d brought to my bed.
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  • The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir   Chapter 35

    Before winter, Luca requested one final visit.I thought about it for two days.Then I agreed.Across the glass, he looked thinner.He lifted the receiver.“Does your leg still hurt?”I didn’t answer.“Why did you ask me here?”He lowered his eyes and picked up a sheet of paper.“I wrote an account. The time he was born. The orders I gave. Everything I did.”“My lawyer will send it to you. Not for forgiveness. So no one can tell you that you remembered it wrong.”I looked at the paper.At last, he was leaving the truth under his own name instead of burying it in my emotions, my body, my silence.“What else?”His eyes reddened.“I wanted to ask whether you gave him a name.”“Yes.”He tightened his hold on the receiver.Waiting.I didn’t repeat it.He’d heard it before. He didn’t need me to offer it again now.That name belonged to the nights I’d woken alone, the appointments I’d attended alone, the child I’d carried.Not to him.His mouth trembled.“I’m sorry.”Once, I had wanted those

  • The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir   Chapter 34

    The case didn’t end after one hearing.Additional records. Verification. Waiting for the next date.Life divided into long stretches between them.I began working again.My first new restoration was a small painting with a damaged corner.It wasn’t valuable.The owner asked whether I could make the damage disappear completely.I studied the tear in the canvas.“I can repair it. But it’s been damaged. I can’t make it something that never was.”He said to preserve what needed preserving.The work took six weeks.On delivery day, Claire called.Luca would no longer deny his principal actions.His account didn’t settle Bianca’s part.She still tried to place everything that happened near the morgue on the physician.Only after the original recording, device data, and witness accounts were checked against one another did she stop denying she had entered.When the judgments finally came, I sat with my hands on my knees.Luca faced a long prison term.Bianca and the physician would serve sent

  • The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir   Chapter 33

    I didn’t sleep before my first court appearance.Claire rehearsed the likely questions.Why hadn’t I gone straight to the police?Why had I stayed at the estate?Why leave alone while injured?They would ask about medication.Whether my memory could be confused.Afterward, I washed my face.The scars in the mirror had faded.My calf still ached if I stood too long.In court, Luca sat across the room.He rose when he saw me.His lips moved.I kept walking.When it was my turn, opposing counsel asked exactly what Claire had predicted.“If you believed your husband intended to harm you, why didn’t you seek help immediately?”I held the edge in front of me.“He controlled the hospital and the people who brought me there.”“I woke up injured. My baby was missing.”“I didn’t know whom I could speak to without it getting back to him.”The lawyer turned a page.“Yet you were able to arrange international travel?”“Yes.”“So you weren’t entirely incapable of taking action.”“Being afraid doesn’

  • The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir   Chapter 32

    When Bianca was called for further questioning, Rosa came to see me again.She waited beneath the law office without the authority she’d carried into our first meeting.“Ten minutes.”I agreed, with Claire present.Rosa took a photograph of Leo from her bag.“He’s grown.”The baby slept beside a little stuffed lion.I didn’t push the picture away.“Who’s caring for him?”“A nanny. We can still afford to feed a child.”The sharpness remained, but her eyes reddened.“He doesn’t know any of this.”“I know.”She seemed startled.As though no one had reminded her whom I blamed.“I haven’t asked anyone to hurt Leo or take away his care.”“But you can’t use him to excuse three adults.”Her fingers creased the photograph.“Luca’s falling apart. He handed everything over. He won’t even defend himself.”“That’s his choice.”“You were husband and wife.”I met her eyes.“I was a mother too.”At last, she went quiet.Then she spoke softly.“The hospital gave me that consent form. I knew something w

  • The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir   Chapter 31

    Luca’s account didn’t end everything.Four days later, Alan received an anonymous email.It contained a photograph of his daughter leaving school.No explicit threat.Only one sentence: “A father should think of his child first.”Claire reported it and postponed the planned meeting.I sat in her office, struggling to breathe.This was how they silenced people.First, tell them something matters more than the truth.Then show them the person they cannot bear to lose.“I can stay off the witness stand for now,” Alan said.“You have the record. I can’t risk her.”“Take care of your daughter.”I didn’t ask him to be brave.I had no right to demand another father gamble with his child’s safety for mine.That evening, Bianca called from another number.The sweetness was gone.“Do you understand now? People won’t keep destroying their lives for you.”I started recording.“Did you arrange the photograph?”“Don’t make accusations.”A pause.“I’m reminding you Leo is little. If something happens

  • The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir   Chapter 30

    Three days later, Luca asked to see me.Claire chose the same meeting room.He brought no jewels or folder.He wasn’t wearing the black suit that used to make people afraid to approach him.After sitting down, he removed his watch.I’d given it to him during our first year of marriage.I glanced at it but didn’t take it.“I’m not returning it.”He set it before himself.“When I wear it, I keep thinking I can get back to before.”Claire switched on the recording equipment.“What would you like to state?”Luca looked at me. Dark shadows marked his eyes.“I ordered the perimeter guards removed from the docks.”My nails dug into my palms.He spoke slowly, as though waiting for interruption.“I authorized the payment. I knew which car she’d be in.”Claire didn’t let him remain vague.“Who do you mean by ‘she’?”“Evelyn.”Hearing my name, I remembered him straightening my collar before I left that morning.He’d said the baby would love the gift.“What were you thinking when you watched me ge

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