LOGINMy best friend and my husband, Lorenzo Bartoli, fought every time they met. Lorenzo was the Don of the family, while my best friend was his Consigliere. She always fiercely opposed his most ruthless, high-risk decisions. Tempers explode every single time. But there was one rule that they both agreed on without any hesitation. No one was allowed to touch me. Because of them, no one in the city dared to cross me. Until the fifth month of my pregnancy, when I went down to the basement vault to organize Lorenzo's guns for him. I opened the safe to see stacks of letters, hundreds of them, all unsent. I picked one up. The moment I opened the letter, cold dread overwhelmed me. The receiver of the letter wasn't me. [My dearest Sofia…] I quickly scanned downward to the final lines of the letter. [If I don't make it back alive, everything in the Swissie accounts goes to you. As for Vittoria, she's a good woman, but I have never loved her.] With trembling hands, I tore open the rest of the letters like a hysterical woman. Three hundred of them in total. Every single one was addressed to Sofia Finzi. Sofia was not a stranger. She was my best friend.
View MoreThe acquisition went unnaturally smooth.Valentino's power was at its peak, while Lorenzo's family stood on the brink of collapse. To keep cash flowing, Lorenzo had no choice but to cut away what he loved most.He just did not expect that I was the buyer behind all this.The signing ceremony was set at the site of the abandoned church.Dark clouds pressed low. Wind swept fallen leaves across the ground. It reminded me of the afternoon my parents died.Lorenzo looked hollowed out. His eyes sunken in, his face unshaven. He looked visibly thinner.Sofia followed behind him with a huge baby bump. Her eyes were shifty.When Lorenzo saw that it was me sitting at the main seat, he suddenly stopped in his tracks."Vittoria…"Lorenzo called out to me croakily. His eyes glimmered with hope."Is that really you? You bought this land to help me, right? I knew you still cared for me and the family."He was about to rush over, but the bodyguards stopped him.I carefully went through the
Lorenzo was in shock, his pupils constricted sharply.Thud! The auctioneer's hammer came down."Twenty-five million. Sold!"A thunderous applause erupted. Amid the applause, Lorenzo's phone lit up. It was a notification from the bank.Just moments ago while he was on a maniacal bid, Valentino's people had severed one of Lorenzo's most critical smuggling routes.To cover the astronomical auction price, Lorenzo faced the risk of a complete cash-flow collapse.I wrapped my arm around Valentino's and left, leaving Lorenzo and Sofia looking in despair.25 million dollars was a lethal blow.Lorenzo bought the expensive rock, but he lost everything else.The other family members were extremely unhappy with him. That money was initially planned to be used as 'toll fees' for a new South Merica shipping route.The funds were gone. The cargo was stranded in international waters, bleeding money by the day.When the news reached Valentino's estate, I was at the firing range.The recoi
At night, the auction hall gleamed with gold and splendor.That was the pinnacle of the city's vanity fair. It was also a stage where all mafia families came to flaunt their wealth and influence.I entered wearing a fiery red backless gown with my arm hooked around Valentino's.That was the first time I wore red.In the past, Lorenzo would always say that red was too much of a show off for a Donna, so I stuck to wearing white for the past 20 years without so much as a complaint.That night, I was going to be myself again.The moment I entered, I spotted Lorenzo in the crowd. He was in a custom-made tailored suit, with a champagne flute in his hand, talking to someone.Next to him, naturally, was Sofia.Lorenzo seemed to sense something and suddenly looked around. When he saw my arm around Valentino's, the champagne flute in his hand cracked with a thud.Champagne splashed everywhere, but he still did not care."Vittoria…"Lorenzo waded through the crowd and strode over.Sof
I woke up in Valentino's seaside manor.Through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows stretched an endless blue ocean. Sunlight poured across the bed without restraint, so bright it hurt to open my eyes.I had never seen light like that in Lorenzo's dark, stone fortress of a mansion.A warm glass of milk had been placed by the nightstand with a handwritten note.The handwriting was wild and arrogant. [When you're up, we need to talk about the cargo.]I looked at the note in a daze for a long time. When I was with Lorenzo, all I could be was the docile housewife who never once interfered in the family business.With Valentino, the first thing I did when I woke up was talk business. The foreign feeling of being wanted made my nose burn. I sniffled.After washing up, I headed downstairs. Valentino was sitting under a huge parasol, reading the newspapers. He was shirtless, and his body was covered in vicious scars. It was brutal, yet beautiful under the sun.When he saw me,












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