The Don’s Final Chapter

The family lawyer stared at me through a projection screen. “Are you sure you want to hand over all the evidence? Every power will retaliate, and there won’t be a place in the city for Evelyn Mancini.” “I’m certain.” “The stakes are incredibly high. You have 24 hours to think it over.” The projection flickered out. Just as soon as my phone shut off, a soft click came from the door lock. Carrying a faint, almost undetectable trace of scent, Vincent Colleo strode in. “Why are your hands so cold?” He gripped my hands. Without withdrawing my arms, I said calmly, “Congrats, you’re about to become the son-in-law of the Bilottis.” His jaw clenched tight. I knew that he had given a strict command. No one was to reveal his engagement to Sophia Bilotti to me. Violators would be disciplined as dictated by the code. “Evelyn.” Vincent pulled me to him, his expression shifting into resigned tenderness. “The Bilottis can offer me a clean slate. You know the struggles I’ve

“Ms. Mancini, your leg!” A server exclaimed. It wasn’t until then that Vincent noticed that my leg was bleeding. As his eyes widened in shock, he released Sophia and drew close. “How did that happen?” Pushing myself off the ground, I straightened my back. I met his anxious gaze. My lips curled slightly. I had to wonder how many pieces Vincent’s heart had been carved into.In each piece, how much of it was true?“All the best with the engagement,” I uttered with composure. Vincent stared at me, hard and long, before loosening his collar in frustration. “Don’t be ridiculous, Evelyn.” Vincent shifted his gaze to Sophia, who was crying her eyes out in distress. He snapped at the people nearby, “Escort Ms. Bilotti back! Get her a doctor!” Vincent then turned his attention back to me. “Come with me.” “It’s just a minor injury. There’s no need to trouble you.” “Evelyn! Stop being so stubborn!” He raised his voice. I was taken to a lounge room on the floor above.

Janna positioned herself in front of me. Vincent stopped a few steps away, his voice raspy. “Evelyn.” Those familiar with the history exchanged glances. Taking my time, I stepped out from behind Janna and met Vincent’s gaze. Under the spotlight, I was flawless in my haute couture gown and impeccable makeup. Next to the man with obsessive eyes and the lingering stench of incarceration, we looked like we came from two different worlds.“Sir, do I know you?” I spoke, my voice distant. Vincent’s eyes widened, and his muscles along his jawline tensed. He stared into my eyes as if trying to bore into the depths of my soul. Vincent reached his hand out toward me. However, the same Sophia, who faltered to the side, pounced and held onto Vincent’s arm. “Honey! She hit me! She nearly killed me!” Sophia pointed right at me in tears as if the world had done her wrong. Vincent froze before taking a brief look at Sophia with downcast eyes. Before she knew it, Vincent flung S

We stared into each other’s eyes while standing several feet apart. The frustration and violence in Vincent’s eyes were replaced by a peculiar thrill. Raising his brow, Vincent carried himself offhandedly as if everything was under his control. We started walking toward each other, and the distance between us was rapidly closing. At last, we stopped just a step away from each other. Dipping his chin, Vincent looked at me. “Tsk. Here you are anyway.” I took a quick glance at him before heading toward the back alley next to the bar. Without a doubt, Janna was near. Sure enough, Janna stood by a Bentley. As I showed up, she gave a nod. “Ms. Mancini.” “What’s the word on the situation?” I opened the car door and stepped inside, my tone flat. “Gray has been expecting you,” Janna slipped into the driver’s seat. She started the car. “Following your instructions, the last set of documents involving Vincent’s offshore accounts and several critical cover operatives has been

“That’s impossible! It can’t be!” Vincent screamed and pushed Janna out of the way. He ran madly after my receding figure, though I was already far ahead.Vincent sprinted forward desperately. With the estate’s security alarm going off, the security personnel in the dark jumped out to stop him. I approached the helipad where the chopper was running. The propellers whipped up a huge blast of air. Vincent raced toward me in anguish. Oblivious to the gravel hitting him, he dropped to his knees and stared intently at me. “Don’t go! “Evelyn! Evelyn! I’ll make you fall in love with me again! “Wait for me! Hear me out!” Unbeknownst to him, the moment I executed the final command of Operation Sweeper, all of Evelyn’s emotions, be it love or hatred, had already been released, laid bare, judged, and erased to nothing, along with the evidence.“I was wrong, Evelyn. I don’t know what came over me then. Can you give me another chance?” His voice was hoarse. He pleaded, “I’ll beg