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Chapter 6

مؤلف: Crystal K
Eliana’s confession destroyed what little hope Enzo had left.

He knelt on the floor, his eyes vacant, watching as she cradled the child like a precious jewel.

She had admitted it.

“No… this isn’t real…” Enzo shook his head, trying to escape the nightmare.

His head snapped up, his wild eyes scanning the chaotic room.

Then, his gaze locked on the bundle Eliana had thrown to the floor—the one containing the silicone belly.

His last hope. Eliana had tossed it aside for that other child.

But his real
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    Two years later. The top floor of the Falcone Tower.I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the concrete jungle I had conquered.In two years, I had not only purged the corruption Enzo left behind and led the family to victory over the Morozovs, but I had also absorbed two weaker, rival families, making the Falcones the apex predator of Chicago's underworld.“Don Marcella, your next appointment is here,” my assistant said, knocking on the door, a hint of excitement in her voice. “He’s… from New York. For the ‘Strategic Alliance’ position.”I turned, a small smile on my lips. Another of the old Commission’s clumsy matchmaking attempts.“Send him in.”The man who walked in was tall, dressed in a perfectly tailored Tom Ford suit.The most striking thing about him were his eyes—a rare, unforgettable shade of violet.Dante. Don of the New York Vitale family.A man rumored to be as ruthless as he was powerful.His gaze swept the room, then landed on me. He took a slow breat

  • The Pregnancy I Faked, His Empire I’ll Break   Chapter 7

    As the ashes fell, a choked scream tore from Enzo’s throat.He collapsed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.A public dethroning, utterly humiliated by his wife on irrefutable charges in front of all his men—it was a fate worse than any knife for a Mafia Don.His authority, his dignity, his very being were annihilated in that instant.I watched him, my heart a stone.“The trial will now commence,” Consigliere Vito announced, his voice silencing the room.“By the laws of the family, Eliana Moretti is found guilty of conspiracy with an enemy power and tainting the family bloodline.”“No! I didn't mean to!” Eliana was hysterical. “The Morozov… he said he loved me!”“Foolish girl,” Vito said, his voice flat. “There are no excuses. Only consequences.”“Wait!” Enzo crawled desperately toward Vito. “She’s innocent! It was all my fault!”Even now, he was protecting her. Pathetic.“Enzo Falcone,” Vito continued, “for harboring a traitor, attempting to corrupt the family bloodline, an

  • The Pregnancy I Faked, His Empire I’ll Break   Chapter 6

    Eliana’s confession destroyed what little hope Enzo had left.He knelt on the floor, his eyes vacant, watching as she cradled the child like a precious jewel.She had admitted it.“No… this isn’t real…” Enzo shook his head, trying to escape the nightmare.His head snapped up, his wild eyes scanning the chaotic room.Then, his gaze locked on the bundle Eliana had thrown to the floor—the one containing the silicone belly.His last hope. Eliana had tossed it aside for that other child.But his real son… the pure-blooded Falcone heir… he had to be there!“My son…”Enzo ripped himself free from the enforcers, scrambling across the marble floor like a wounded animal.Vito and his men didn't stop him. Everyone just watched the fool play out his final scene.With trembling hands, he picked up the discarded swaddling and carefully unwrapped it, a final shred of hope still in his chest.The air went still.No baby. No cry.Inside was a deflated silicone shell. A pile of cotton stuffing.Nothing.

  • The Pregnancy I Faked, His Empire I’ll Break   Chapter 5

    The mask of tear-streaked madness on her face hardened to stone.“Eliana?” Enzo frowned, confused by her strange stillness.She didn’t answer.Her bloodshot eyes were locked on Enzo, her lips moving without a sound.Her bizarre reaction sent a chill through the room.Into the dead silence, a cold voice cut through the chaos from the doorway.“Where is she?”Everyone turned in alarm. Standing in the doorway was the final word on family law—the Consigliere, Vito.The moment he saw Vito, Enzo’s face flooded with relief.“Uncle Vito!”He sounded like a child seeking praise, completely missing the cold fury in the old man’s eyes.He pointed at me, his voice full of self-righteous rage. “You’re just in time. Look at this disgrace. Marcella—she betrayed us and gave birth to this… this child with Morozov features! And Eliana… she—Marcella hid Eliana’s child!”He moved toward the bassinet at the foot of the bed, wanting to hold it up as proof, but Vito’s presence stopped him cold.“As her husba

  • The Pregnancy I Faked, His Empire I’ll Break   Chapter 4

    My voice made Enzo flinch so hard he almost dropped the bassinet.A loud wail tore through the quiet room.A corner of the blanket slipped, revealing a tiny face, fragile from a premature birth.And a pair of eyes that stood out, even in the dim light… ice-blue eyes.Morozov eyes.In that instant, the expression on Enzo’s face shifted.From the terror of being caught red-handed, to a fleeting flicker of guilt, and finally, settling into cold, hard resolve.This was his only way out.He took a sharp step back and slammed the bassinet down at the foot of my bed.“My God! Marcella!”Enzo let out a deafening roar as his performance began. “Look what you’ve done! You gave birth to… a child with Morozov eyes!”Startled by the sudden jolt and the shouting, the baby cried even harder.I watched it all, cold and still. My gaze went past the crying infant, nailing Enzo to the spot.“Nice performance,” I said, my voice flat. “But the night is young.”But my voice was drowned out.The door burst o

  • The Pregnancy I Faked, His Empire I’ll Break   Chapter 3

    Enzo’s pupils contracted.The hand holding the glass gave a nearly invisible tremor.He covered it quickly, his fear replaced by an offended rage.“Marcella, what is that look?” he snarled, using his Don’s authority to mask his guilt. “I am your husband! Your Don! Would I hurt you? Would I hurt my own son?”A laugh died in my throat. Husband. The man who’d put a dagger with my name on it straight through my heart.The one who hurt me most was never my enemy. It was you, Enzo.But I didn’t call him on it.I knew the drug wouldn’t cause permanent harm to a healthy woman.It would just trigger violent muscle spasms.Time to put on a show.“Of course not,” I said softly. “I’m just nervous.”I met his gaze over the rim of the glass. A silent toast to the fool who thought he was in control. Then I tipped my head back and drained the bitter liquid. Enzo let out a breath, a savage look of triumph in his eyes. He thought he’d won.The drug hit faster than I expected.Five minutes later, a vi

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