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The Don’s Wife Was Never His to Keep
The Don’s Wife Was Never His to Keep
مؤلف: Liora Z

Chapter 1

مؤلف: Liora Z
At the dinner party in the Falcone estate, Fiora held up her hand, showing off the ring symbolizing the Don’s wife on her ring finger to the socialites around her.

Exclamations erupted from the crowd, who then turned mocking glances toward me in the corner.

Santino sat at the head table, his gaze flickering over to me every now and then.

After soaking up all the flattery, Fiora picked up a glass of red wine and walked over to me.

Her gaze fell on my wrist.I wore an extremely rare jadeite bangle.

It was a birthday gift from Santino three years ago. Knowing I loved antiques, he had bought it at an auction for fifty million dollars.

Fiora let out a soft laugh and leaned deliberately close to my ear.

“Arabella, since you’ve already handed over the ring that symbolizes the Don’s wife, don’t you think it’s inappropriate for you to wear jewelry that belongs to the lady of the Falcone family?”

She reached out, trying to touch the bangle.

I took a step back.

Fiora took the opportunity to tilt the glass of red wine in her hand.The red liquid spilled all over my couture gown.

With a sharp clatter, the stemmed glass fell to the floor and shattered into countless pieces.

Fiora immediately covered the back of her hand, her eyes reddening at once, and large tears streamed down her face.

“Arabella, I just thought the bangle was pretty and wanted a look. If you didn’t want me to, you could’ve just said so… why did you push me?”

The music screeched to a halt.

All eyes were on us.

For the past seven years, any woman who dared to challenge me was thrown out of this estate without a second thought.

I once shoved a movie star's head into a freezing fountain in front of all of Chicago. She had tried to climb into Santino’s bed.

"What's wrong?" Santino pushed through the crowd, pulling Fiora into his arms.

He looked down at an extremely faint red mark on the back of Fiona's hand, his brows knitting together at once.

"Arabella! You're being jealous over nothing again!

His voice was filled with undisguised favoritism and blame.

I looked at the face I once loved more than life itself. A sharp pain shot through the depths of her heart.

I took a deep breath, holding back the soreness in my eyes.I didn't explain, nor did I lose my temper.I raised my hand and took off the bracelet I cherished so much.Under everyone's shocked stares, I held the bracelet out in front of Fiona.

"If you like it, it's yours. I just lost my balance earlier, sorry."

Santino froze stiff.

A flash of extreme astonishment crossed his eyes, and his frown deepened.

Fiora was also stunned, so much so that she forgot to keep crying.

I took out a handkerchief and dried the wine off my hands, then squatted down.I picked up the broken glass shards from the floor one by one with my bare hands and placed them into the waiter’s tray.When I finished, I stood up and looked at Santino.

“My dress is dirty. I’ll go upstairs to change first.”

I turned and walked toward the second floor, my back straight and rigid.Santino’s gaze remained fixed on my back the entire time.

Back in my room, I shut the door and finally let my legs give out. I slid down, my back against the wood.

The obsession, the love, the seven-year-long fight.

Today, it was finally over.
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  • The Don’s Wife Was Never His to Keep   Chapter 9

    ARABELLA'S POVTwo weeks later, our business in Chicago was finished.I sat at my desk, looking over the final report from my assistant."Miss, this is the update you requested on Fiora and Santino."I took the file and scanned it.Fiora had tried to steal Santino's last emergency funds and flee to Mexico. She was caught at the border by some of Santino's old enemies.They remembered her, parading around with the Falcone family ring.Her fate was worse than death.As for Santino... the man who craved absolute control had lost it completely. He was a slave to opioids, chasing a high to escape the migraines that now ruled his life.The report said he was barely coherent, lost in hallucinations most of the time.From the King of Chicago to a junkie on the street. It took less than a month."Get the car ready," I said, closing the file. "We're going to the airport.""Yes, Miss."I took one last look around the temporary office.Chicago. The city that had been my prison for seven years. I c

  • The Don’s Wife Was Never His to Keep   Chapter 8

    ARABELLA'S POVThe day after the Commission dinner, my brother Matteo issued a full sanction against the Falcone family.I sat in the penthouse suite of the Four Seasons, sipping coffee and looking out over the Chicago skyline.Half of this city once belonged to Santino Falcone.Now, it was all crumbling."Miss, the latest update," my assistant said, knocking and entering with a file. "Falcone family stock has been in freefall for twelve straight days. All banks have refused to extend them any credit."I opened the file and scanned the shocking numbers.Assets down ninety-five percent.Partners had pulled all their investments.Former allies had turned on him."Also, the FBI has issued a warrant for Santino Falcone's arrest," my assistant continued. "Though it seems he has no intention of running."I put the file down and walked to the window.On the street below, I saw a familiar figure.Santino.He had been standing there for seven days straight.Ever since the night of the dinner, h

  • The Don’s Wife Was Never His to Keep   Chapter 7

    SANTINO'S POVAt eight o'clock sharp, the ballroom lights dimmed.A single spotlight hit the top of the grand marble staircase.Everyone fell silent. All eyes turned.And then I saw him.Matteo Moretti.The head of New York's Five Families, dressed in a custom-tailored black tuxedo, descending the stairs.And on his arm was a woman.My heart stopped.She wore a Schiaparelli couture gown. The deep blue silk shimmered under the light.On her head was a diamond tiara—the legendary "Star of Moretti," a priceless family heirloom.Her every move radiated a chilling elegance. The kind of grace that's born, not made. A true princess.But that face...It was Arabella's face.No, that wasn't right.This woman looked exactly like Arabella, but her entire presence was different.She was cold, confident. Her eyes held an innate nobility, as if she were born to be worshipped under a spotlight.This wasn't the Arabella I knew."Ladies and gentlemen," Matteo's voice boomed through the ballroom. "Tonig

  • The Don’s Wife Was Never His to Keep   Chapter 6

    SANTINO'S POVI clutched my stomach, my face turning pale in an instant.Over these seven years, Arabella's special herbal tea had spoiled my stomach completely.Nothing else I ate or drank ever agreed with me—I felt nauseated at everything except the tea she brewed.I muttered, rubbing my temples. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number."The number you have dialed is no longer in service."No longer in service?I dialed again."The number you have dialed is no longer in service."I threw the phone against the wall. The screen exploded."Marco!Run a check on Arabella," I snarled. "Every cent she's ever spent. Every place she's ever stayed. Then find her. "Marco nodded frantically. "Yes, Boss."Half an hour later, Marco returned, the blood drained from his face. He was holding a stack of papers as if they were venomous snakes."Boss..." he whispered. "You need to see this."I snatched the files and flipped through them.The first was bank records.The Swiss accounts I had opened for A

  • The Don’s Wife Was Never His to Keep   Chapter 5

    SANTINO'S POVI sat on the leather sofa, holding a glass of cold whiskey.I loosened my tie and stared fixedly at the antique wall clock.The hour hand pointed to eleven o’clock at night.It had been exactly three hours since I’d thrown Arabella out.Fiora walked over to me with a plate of sliced fruit, trying to lean into my arms.“Santino, Miss Arabella is far too stubborn. It’s snowing so heavily outside—she must be hiding somewhere, waiting for you to go get her.”I roughly pushed Fiora’s hand away.The fruit plate crashed to the floor, fruit rolling everywhere.I stood up and strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the white snow-covered night.In the past seven years, Arabella had never left me for more than a day.No matter how coldly I treated her after a fight, she would always bring hot soup to my study the next morning.I was certain she wouldn’t dare leave for real, certain she would be frozen senseless in the snow and kneel outside the gate, begging me to open it.

  • The Don’s Wife Was Never His to Keep   Chapter 4

    As evening fell, it started to snow in Chicago.The flakes grew bigger, quickly turning into a blizzard.Santino finished the family business meeting and returned to the villa, cold and weary.Santino walked into the hall, swept his gaze across the crowd, and immediately frowned."Where is she?""Boss, the Miss... she moved into the most secluded storage room.”the butler,Leo, answered, his voice trembling."The most secluded storage room?" Santino's face darkened instantly.He strode over and kicked open the door of the storage room.BAM!The door was kicked open, slamming against the wall.Santino strode up to me, his gaze sweeping over the shabby room, finally resting on the withered canvas bag I had placed by the bedside."What game are you playing now?" "Fiora merely said she wanted the master bedroom. Who told you to move to a place like this? Are you deliberately giving me the cold shoulder?"I stood up and looked him straight in the eye."All the other guest rooms are filled w

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