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The Don's Sweetheart Sent His Mom to Hell Chapter 9
Life gradually settled back into tranquility. Seven days later, one morning, a lawyer arrived at my door. "Hello, are you Signora Ombretta Lombardi? Before her passing, Signora Clarissa Fontana entrusted me with the task of delivering her personal effects to you." He handed me a sealed envelope and a key to a safe. After seeing the lawyer out, I opened the envelope. Clarissa's gentle handwriting came into view. "Bretta, my dear child, by the time you read this letter, I imagine innumerable tragedies have already taken place. Emanuele, that foolish young man, ultimately made the wrong choices after all. "I realized early on that Melina was up to no good. She constantly whispered poison in Emanuele's ear, and her ambition was plain to see. "I was afraid she might breed disaster and hurt you, so I secretly kept some audio recordings and evidence. If something were to happen in the future, perhaps they could help you. Don't grieve for me. Live your life freely and with a clear
The Don's Sweetheart Sent His Mom to Hell Chapter 8
The truth was laid bare. Emanuele had never been involved in plotting this assassination. Yet, if he hadn't blindly favored and protected Melina, if he hadn't taken it upon himself to destroy the evidence, this tragedy never would have reached the point of no return. It was his favoritism that indirectly led to Clarissa's death.His eyes were bloodshot, blazing with overwhelming hatred as he roared and lunged at Melina, intent on attacking her. "I'm going to kill you, you venomous bitch!" His Famiglia hurried forward and joined forces to hold him back. Emanuele turned to look at me, his eyes filled with despair and pleading, yet he couldn't bring himself to utter a single sentence. I simply looked at him, my expression indifferent, not a trace of emotion in my eyes. All the love, entanglements, and painful history between us had been consumed by the flames that had taken Clarissa's life. The Don of the Uccello Famiglia, who had once dominated the underground world and inspired
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The 100th day after Clarissa's death, I organized a memorial gathering. I chose Uccello Manor as the venue and sent out invitations far and wide, inviting the Famiglia elders, key figures within the syndicate, and various media outlets.The invitations were delivered directly to Emanuele and Melina. Given the circumstances, neither of them could come up with a plausible excuse to avoid it, so they had no choice but to attend. Emanuele arrived early, looking gaunt and haggard as he stood alone in a corner of the crowd. The constant barrage of rumors and the interrogations from the council weighed on him until he could barely breathe. His brows were knitted together, and a deep sense of unease had begun to rise in his heart. Melina stayed by his side, pretending to be beside herself with grief. A sliver of hope still remained in her heart. She was convinced that as long as she flatly denied everything, no one could convict her. The memorial service officially commenced, and everyo
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Melina was the very first person I suspected. However, she had depended on Emanuele for her livelihood for years, and the amount of money she could personally access was extremely limited. There was no way she could've come up with the enormous sum needed to hire someone to carry out the scheme and launder the money through multiple accounts on her own. I started asking around and using every connection I had to gather information. Eventually, I learned that Melina had a distant relative who operated a fairly large underground casino overseas. With its complex flow of funds, the casino was an ideal channel for money laundering. Moreover, a week before the incident, several large sums of money from untraceable sources had appeared in succession within her relative's casino accounts.The truth became increasingly clear. The funds used to hire the kidnappers had been funneled and laundered through the underground casino before ending up in the hands of the low-level thug. I immed
The Don's Sweetheart Sent His Mom to Hell Chapter 5
The bombshell of a scandal reverberated throughout both the underworld and the business world, dragging the Uccello Famiglia through the mud. After the dust settled, Emanuele locked himself inside his manor, refusing to step outside for days on end. The man who had once wielded control over a massive empire and acted with ruthless decisiveness had now completely lost his former edge and spent his days in a state of desolation. He only made an appearance when Clarissa's funeral was held. He was gaunt beyond recognition, his eyes deeply sunken and his back hunched.Melina came to pay her respects as expected. Dressed in a simple black floor-length dress, she intended to pull the same old trick. She hurried up to the memorial altar, bending her knees as if she was about to sink to the floor and burst into tears. Melina reenacted the remorseful, helpless demeanor she had assumed before, attempting to win the understanding and forgiveness of the elders of the Uccello Famiglia and the
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The grief on Emanuele's face instantly froze. His pupils dilated as he gaped at the very much alive woman standing before him. For a long while, he couldn't utter a single word. Every camera in the venue turned toward Mamma at the same time.Mamma, who was still unaware why there were so many reporters gathered, anxiously parted the crowd and walked up to me. "I couldn't get in touch with you, Bretta. What on earth is going on?" she fretted.I turned to her and gently patted the back of her hand, though my gaze was ice-cold. "Don't worry, Mamma. It's nothing but a farce. Let's go home. We won't ever set foot in Uccello Manor again." With a single sentence, I silently made it clear that I had drawn a line between Emanuele and myself and would no longer live with him. Emanuele came back to his senses and stared at Mamma, who was perfectly unharmed, in disbelief. "S-Signora Lombardi? How… You were clearly…"The reporters immediately surged forward, thrusting their microphones in hi
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