My Fortune Is Mine! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

"Just hold on," he muttered, already moving swiftly down the hallway in the opposite direction Diana had gone. "And keep your head down." I had no choice but to obey, burying my face against the crisp linen of his suit. I had no choice but to obey, burying my face against the crisp linen of his suit as he cradled me securely in his arms. With each urgent stride he took, a thousand frantic thoughts whirled through my mind. "I don't want you here when things get messy," Giovanni's deep voice rumbled close to my ear, as if he could sense the questions brewing inside me. "And trust me, it's going to get really messy." I pulled back just enough to search his expression, but his ruggedly handsome features were set in a grim mask of determination. His jaw worked tensely as we hurried around a corner. "What about Diana?" I blurted out before I could reconsider. Was she able to escape? What exactly would happen to her? Surely Giovanni wasn't just going to abandon his own cousin? His haze

Giovanni regards me with a measured gaze. He steepled his fingers, taking a deep breath before continuing. "On the surface, we present ourselves as a successful family-owned automotive business - a legitimate front that allows us to move freely in polite society. But in truth, we are part of a much older, more complex organization with roots stretching back centuries." Giovanni's expression took on a grim cast as he spoke the next words. "We are a powerful criminal syndicate, an intricate network akin to the legendary Five Families that once dominated the American underworld." I felt the breath leave me in a sharp exhale at his baldly uttered confession. "Let me explain. In the 1920s, a man named Mattia D'errico reorganized the Italian-American gangs in New York into five distinct families - each with its own territory, hierarchy, and leadership that answered to an overarching governing body. For a time, D'errico envisioned himself as the supreme 'boss of all bosses' that would ru

"Why do you live like this?" I asked, my voice a tremulous whisper. "Why did you deceive me?" I ask him, he wasn't looking at me this time, instead his eyes were trained downwards staring at something on the floor. ""Was Russo...was he the one sending those threats? Was he behind my mother's death?" I asked anxiously. At this moment I had thought that I was about to get the answers to all my questions but somewhere in the back of my mind, I didn't want it to be true. Please, I begged silently, let it not be true."No."A profound sense of strange relief washed over me but it was quickly replaced by a fresh wave of dread. If not Russo, then who? My mind raced with more and more questions. Giovanni's jaw tightened, his eyes haunted. His gruff tone dripped with a strange fusion of anguish and protectiveness."I...I didn't mean for you to witness something like this." He raked a hand roughly through his dark locks, every muscle in his chiseled frame taut with tension. A guttural curse tu

couldn't believe my eyes as I stared at Mia's name flashing on Giovanni's phone. My heart raced, and my mind was flooded with questions. Why was she calling him? I don't know what was wrong with me but I couldn't shake off the feeling of possessiveness that washed over me. Why was I even feeling this way? After what I found out tonight, why do I care who Giovanni is with? I bite my lips and remembered the way he begged me that night and professed his love to me. Now that I think about it, was it even real? Everything seemed like a lie now. I rub my hands on my face. No one had ever affected me the way he did - his very presence seemed to ignite a longing, a yearning for something deeper than just physical desire. As if, in his eyes, I was the only woman who could ever truly captivate him, body and soul. Yet, I couldn't stop feeling this way towards him, I wanted him, I wanted him all to myself. No one had ever made me feel the way he did like I was the only woman he would ever lov

With that curt decree, he turned swiftly on his heel and strode back down the hallway, leaving me staring after his retreating form in bemused silence. What was he trying to do? Why all of a sudden? I look back at the computer, I hope he didn't suspect anything. Not like what I was doing was wrong anyways. Following his instructions, I quickly get dressed in black pants trousers and a dark blue silk blouse with a pair of silver heels. I held the table to balance myself while I wore the heels. I let my hair fall in wavy curls past my shoulders and put on light makeup, doing my best to appear polished and professional for...whatever it was that awaited me. I took a black purse and locked my bedroom door carefully. Now I wasn't comfortable with leaving my door open anymore, I wonder why Darva would do that. I felt the heat rise as I remembered the letter she had audaciously brought out last night. What the hell had she been looking for in the room?!! As I hurried downstairs, I found