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Chapter 8

Auteur: Eternity
The day I’d signed the divorce papers, I’d flown to Auckland.

I’d driven hours to the cabin, and when I’d walked through the door, I’d broken down crying.

For the first time in three years, I was free.

I didn’t miss Boston. I didn’t even miss Vincenzo.

He was dead to me.

Now, seven months pregnant, I was happier than I’d ever been.

The next day, I’d woken up with a sharp pain in my stomach.

I was worried about the baby, so I called Dr. Henderson, the respected local doctor who’d treated my pare
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    Three weeks later, I called my best friend Sophia in Boston. I hadn’t spoken to her since I left. I’d been too scared Vincenzo would hurt her because I left. But now that he knew where I was, there was no point in hiding anymore.She picked up on the first ring, her voice cracking with relief. “Elena? Oh my God, are you okay? I’ve been worried sick about you.” We talked for an hour. She told me about the gallery, about how all my paintings had sold out within days of the divorce going viral, collectors paying ten times their original price. Then she hesitated. “There’s something you should know. About Lila.”I froze, my hand resting on my swollen belly. “What about her?”“Vincenzo threw her out the day he found out you left. He gave her five million dollars, saying it was Marco’s final pension. But then he sent a formal notice to every crime family in the Northeast, every companies on the East Coast.”“He said anyone who hired her would be considered an enemy of the Moretti family.

  • The Last Thing the Don Expected Was Divorce   Chapter 9

    I thought that was the end of it. I was wrong.A week later, I woke up to the sound of hammering. I looked out the window.On the empty piece of land next to my cabin, a crew of men was building a small wooden house. Exactly like mine.Two weeks later, the house was finished. A single man moved in.He never even looked at me. But he was always there.When I went for a walk along the lake, he was there, walking fifty feet behind me. When I drove into town for groceries, his truck was always two cars behind mine.I called the police. They came and talked to him.But he wasn’t breaking any laws. The police told me there was nothing they could do. I was furious. I knew it was Vincenzo. He’d sent this man, Rocco, to watch me.This went on for a month. The man never spoke to me, never did anything to threaten me. But he was always there.Then one rainy afternoon, I was walking back from the general store with a bag of groceries. My foot slipped on a muddy patch of road, and I stumbled, t

  • The Last Thing the Don Expected Was Divorce   Chapter 8

    The day I’d signed the divorce papers, I’d flown to Auckland.I’d driven hours to the cabin, and when I’d walked through the door, I’d broken down crying.For the first time in three years, I was free.I didn’t miss Boston. I didn’t even miss Vincenzo. He was dead to me.Now, seven months pregnant, I was happier than I’d ever been.The next day, I’d woken up with a sharp pain in my stomach.I was worried about the baby, so I called Dr. Henderson, the respected local doctor who’d treated my parents when they owned the cabin.I told myself it was nothing, that it was just normal pregnancy pain.An hour later, there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and Dr. Henderson was standing there, holding his medical bag. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.Vincenzo was right behind him.Dr. Henderson spoke first, his voice apologetic. “He said he’s your husband. He knew every detail about you. Your birthday, your parents’ names. I had no reason not to believe him.”Before I co

  • The Last Thing the Don Expected Was Divorce   Chapter 7

    He slammed the door in her face and locked it. Through the window, he watched her stand there for a minute, crying and screaming, before she turned and walked away. He never saw her again.Later, Enzo handed him my prenatal report. Vincenzo sat on the couch with it for twenty straight hours, not moving, not speaking.The next day, Vincenzo handed over full control of the Moretti empire to Enzo. “Run it,” he said, throwing his keys on the desk. “I don’t care what you do with it. Just don’t bother me unless someone is trying to kill me.”“Boss, you can’t just leave. The family needs you—”“The family can go to hell,” Vincenzo said, grabbing his coat. “The only thing I need is Elena. And I’m not coming back until I find her.”Vincenzo flew to New Zealand the next day. He didn’t know where I was. All he knew was that I’d landed in Auckland. He rented a car and drove from one end of the country to the other, stopping in every small town, every village, every remote cabin. He carried a

  • The Last Thing the Don Expected Was Divorce   Chapter 6

    Vincenzo had frowned, taking the phone. The screen was open to a CNN breaking news article, the headline blaring in bold black letters: BOSTON MAFIA QUEEN ELENA MORETTI FILES FOR DIVORCE, WALKS OUT OF CITY HALL ALONE. Below the headline was a video, and when he pressed play, he heard my voice saying the words that would break him forever: “I’m getting divorced...I'm going to the hospital for a prenatal checkup.”He watched the video seventeen times in a row. Around him, his men stood in silence, their heads bowed, too afraid to say a word. They all knew what I meant to him. They’d watched him burn down half the city for me, kill men without a second thought for looking at me the wrong way, give up a billion-dollar deal just to avenge my parents. They’d never seen him like this. His eyes empty, like someone had ripped his heart out of his chest.“Where is she?” he finally whispered, his voice hoarse.Enzo swallowed hard. “She left three days ago, Boss. Took a private jet to Auckl

  • The Last Thing the Don Expected Was Divorce   Chapter 5

    I turned slowly. Vincenzo stood in the warehouse shadows, his face drained of color, the hand holding his cigar crushed to ash. "What visa?" His voice was low, graveled with a fear I'd never heard before. I forced a faint smile, tucking my phone into my pocket. "One of my gallery apprentices. She's moving to New Zealand to study, asked about the paperwork."He stared at me for a long, heavy second, then lunged forward and crushed me against his chest. His whole body was shaking. "Don't ever leave me, Elena," he whispered into my hair, his voice raw. "I just had this feeling... like you were going to vanish. I can't breathe without you." I patted his back gently, my heart already miles away. That afternoon, while he was locked in a bloodthirsty negotiation with the Irish mob over the waterfront routes, I slipped out through the warehouse back door,told the security detail I was going to visit my parents' grave, then hailed a cab to the Consulate.My hands trembled as I signed f

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