로그인"For a very long time, I thought love was a never-ending transaction. But today, I am lucky enough to have met someone who allows me to trust the world again, to breathe free air again."I turned to look at Arthur. My eyes were hot with tears, but my smile was incredibly bright.Applause thundered through the venue. My father and brothers stood in the front row, smiling proudly as the brightest jewel of the Capello family was reborn.In the laws of the Mafia, the perfect revenge is never a bullet; it’s living ten thousand times better than the person who tried to destroy you.Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.In a cheap dive bar in Brooklyn, New York, the lights were dim, and the air reeked of cheap bourbon and stale vomit.Lorenzo Moretti sat in the shadows, unshaven and disheveled. The hands that once made all of New York tremble were now shaking as they clutched a crumpled briefing paper.It was a copy of the "Kill Order" issued from within the Moretti family. And he, the f
He wasn't the kind of man who tucked a Beretta into his waistband or came home late at night smelling of blood.Arthur was top-tier British legal elite, born into old money, with a temperament as gentle as jade.The love he gave me was never the suffocating possession Lorenzo offered. It was a hot cup of coffee in the morning and a cashmere blanket draped over my shoulders when I worked late into the night.But Lorenzo didn't disappear like I imagined he would.He tried to bribe my bodyguards, tried to ruin every date I had with Arthur, and once, in a drunken frenzy, even attempted to orchestrate a kidnapping just to lock me back in his cage.I retaliated by activating the deep-cover assets I had buried long ago. I threw every piece of hard evidence regarding the Moretti family’s collusion with politicians and cross-border money laundering right at the FBI and "The Commission."One rainy night, in a dark, damp alley in London.Lorenzo blocked our path. His hair was a mess, looking like
I was preparing to head to London. Just as my Rolls-Royce was about to pass the final checkpoint into the VIP hangar, a battered black Saab, completely out of place here, suddenly cut across the road, blocking the way.The screech of brakes tore through the rainy night."Madam, someone's blocking the car." The bodyguard’s hand was already on the grip of the gun at his waist, his eyes cold and sharp.I put down the tablet in my hand and looked out through the rain-blurred window. The figure blocking the car was tall but stooped.It was Lorenzo. He had chased me here.He brought no bodyguards. He stood there pathetically in the rain, wearing only a soaked white shirt.I was silent for a moment before rolling down the window."Mr. Moretti, do you have anything else to say? My time is expensive." My voice was cold, without a single ripple of emotion.Lorenzo snapped his head up. He stumbled a step forward, only to have my bodyguard press the muzzle of a gun against his chest."Elena..."He
When Lorenzo appeared before Sofia again, his eyes held no trace of human emotion, only a bone-chilling dead silence.Sofia tried to approach him, attempting to put on her mask of "frailty," but Lorenzo suddenly shot his hand out, clamping it tightly around her throat. The force was so brutal that one could almost hear the bones groaning under the strain."Did you think I kept you around because of love?"Lorenzo leaned close to her ear, his tone colder than the deep winter winds of Sicily."My wife is, and will always be, Elena. My love is only for her. As for you, you are nothing but a venomous insect soaked in poison, fit only to live in the dark swamps."He threw her to the ground like a piece of rotting trash.He didn't kill her.In the Mafia's rulebook, sometimes living is more like hell than dying.He ordered that Leo be stripped of every privilege attached to the name "Moretti." He had the mother and son dumped directly into the filthiest, most chaotic slum on the border and is
Long Island, The Moretti Estate.When Lorenzo stepped into the grand hall, he was followed by a meek and submissive-looking Sofia, and that smug, cocky little boy, Leo.In his suit pocket sat that blood-red diamond.In his twisted logic, as long as the diamond was big enough, and as long as he lowered himself to say a few sweet words, I would eventually accept his kiss with teary eyes, just like I had for the past seven years.However, it wasn't a docile wife that welcomed him, but a dead silence."Elena! Get out here! Apologize to the kid, and we can put this whole mess behind us!" Lorenzo roared impatiently. His voice echoed through the empty hall, receiving not a single response.Gary, the family Consigliere, walked down from the second floor, his face pale. He was gripping a freshly opened package, his hands trembling so hard he could barely hold the contents."Boss... The Madam isn't here," Gary’s voice was terribly hoarse."Where did she go? Running back to the Capellos to cry ab
When I woke up, I was in a VIP suite at St. Mary’s Hospital.The doctor told me I had been in a coma for four days.The baby didn't make it.My right arm had multiple fractures from smashing the glass and needed to be in a cast for three months. I had over thirty stitched wounds on my body.I didn't care about the other injuries.The only thing that turned my heart into dead ash was the loss of the child—the one that had reignited hope for this dark marriage.Originally, I had fantasized about telling Lorenzo I was pregnant on our seventh anniversary. I wondered what kind of surprised expression the arrogant, untouchable Don would make.Now, none of that was necessary.Good.He already had an heir with someone else; why would he care about the unformed life between us?Ignoring the objections of the doctors and bodyguards, I demanded my discharge papers.I hadn’t even walked out of the hospital gates when I received a call from Lorenzo.I thought that after seeing the wreckage of the r







