All Chapters of My Husband's Debt for His Principessa: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

As the wife of the Don, I never imagined my husband would lock our own daughter in an icehouse and freeze her to death, all because he suspected I'd kidnapped his mistress's sons.It started the day before.I found out that my husband, Alessio Moretti, the boss of the Moretti family, had twin bastard sons.Rage, pure and hot, blinded me. I snatched the photos from the private investigator and stormed into his study."Your whore gave you twins?" I didn't bother knocking, just slammed the photos onto his desk.In the photos, he held two baby boys. The blonde, Cassandra, was draped over him like a cheap suit, her smile a brand on my soul.Alessio didn't even look up. "I thought you'd knock, Isabella.""Knock?" I sneered. "Do I need an appointment to see my own husband now?"He stood up slowly, fixing his cuffs with a grace that was almost cruel. "What do you want?""I want you to admit you betrayed me!""Betrayal?" He walked toward me, each step like a predator circling its territory. "

Chapter 2

"Are you crazy, Isabella! That was a gift for Lucia! I'm her father, she shouldn't be so spoiled!"Alessio's face went cold in an instant."And another thing, I've made up my mind. I'm moving Cassandra and the boys in here."He slammed the door, leaving me to collapse on the floor.With Lucia barely cold in her grave, he was already moving his mistress and his bastard heirs into our home. Into the home where Lucia grew up.That evening, I heard Alessio's voice from downstairs."Welcome to your new home."I stood on the second-floor landing, looking down through the ornate railing, my eyes cold.The blonde, Cassandra, walked into the hall on Alessio's arm. Two little boys, about five years old, followed them.So these were Marco and Mike. The two kids who had gotten my daughter killed."Wow, this house is huge!" one of the boys shouted."This is our new home now," Cassandra cooed, her voice so sweet it made me sick. "Do you like it?"My nails dug into the wooden banister. This was m

Chapter 3

The echo of that slap hung in the air.I held my burning cheek and looked at the broken pieces of the music box on the floor.Each shard of crystal reflected the cold light, like a piece of Lucia's shattered life."Clean up this mess," Alessio ordered coldly. "Then prepare dinner. Our family is eating together tonight."Trash.He called Lucia's most beloved treasure trash.I knelt, my hands shaking, and carefully gathered every single piece. Maybe I could fix it. Maybe I could hear Lucia's song again.But I knew some things, once broken, can never be repaired.Like my heart. Like my family. Like my dead daughter."Isabella." Alessio's voice was above me. "Stop making a scene. It's just a music box."Just a music box. Just like Lucia was just a daughter, an existence that could be sacrificed.I stood up, holding the broken pieces, and walked toward the stairs without a word."Where's Lucia?" Alessio suddenly asked. "I want her to come down and meet Marco and Mike."My feet froze."She's

Chapter 4

"It's a fake!"Alessio snatched the death certificate from her, his eyes bloodshot, like a cornered animal. "You'd forge something like this just to get sympathy?"Right in front of me, he ripped the paper that proved my daughter was dead into tiny pieces."No!" I lunged for him, trying in vain to save the white scraps. "It's real! The hospital issued it!""The hospital? Which one?" he sneered. "St. Mary's? I can call them right now and check.""Go on, check!" I screamed, my voice raw with hysteria. "Go ask them if Lucia Moretti died three days ago from cardiac arrest, brought on by hypothermia!"Alessio flinched, but his cold mask quickly fell back into place."Stop the act." His voice was terrifyingly calm. "A true Moretti wouldn't die so easily."That sentence was the final straw.I looked at the paper scraps fluttering to the floor like snowflakes, like pieces of my daughter's broken life."I'm leaving." I turned, grabbed the suitcase I had already packed, and walked toward the doo

Chapter 5

Half an hour later, Alessio threw open the door, his face a mask of fury.Behind him stood Antonio and the family's two most senior Capos, Lorenzo and Marco."Alessio," Antonio's voice was low and commanding, "the family requires an explanation for Lucia's death.""Explanation?" Alessio tried to act calm. "I don't know what you mean.""Lucia Moretti, age eight, died three days ago." Antonio pulled a document from his suit jacket. It wasn't my shredded copy, but an official one he'd gotten through his own channels. "This is the official death report from the hospital."Alessio's face was ashen, but he clung to the lie. "That's impossible. She has a cold. She's resting.""Then bring her down," the older Capo, Lorenzo, said, his voice like gravel. "Let us see with our own eyes."A dead silence fell. Alessio's lips trembled, but he couldn't speak.He looked at me, his eyes pleading for the first time, full of fear. "Isabella, tell them. Tell them Lucia is alive."I slowly stood up, meeting

Chapter 6

Two weeks later, I sat in Alessio's old office, signing stacks of documents. The gears of my new machine were grinding into place with brutal speed."Signora," my new assistant reported, "as per your instructions, the Falcone Bank has recalled all outstanding loans to Moretti businesses, citing a 'crisis of leadership.'"A move straight from my father's playbook. Starve them out before you cut their throats."Good. And the dissenters?""Lorenzo and Marco are... persuading them. I expect they'll see reason shortly."I nodded. This was exactly what I wanted. I wasn't just taking over his business empire; I was seizing control of the machine of violence he was so proud of.The phone rang. It was Antonio."Isabella, he wants to see you."I knew who "he" was."Let him wait," I said, and hung up.Two hours later, I finally walked into the family conference room.Alessio sat there. In just two weeks, he looked like he'd aged twenty years. His eyes were bloodshot and hollow."Isabella." He st

Chapter 7

Three months later, I was sitting in the Moretti family's law firm, watching the news."Former Moretti family Don, Alessio Moretti, appeared in federal court today facing charges of money laundering and art smuggling..."On the screen, Alessio was in handcuffs, being escorted into the courthouse by FBI agents.He looked even more haggard, but his eyes still held a spark of defiance."Signora," my lawyer, Mr. Johnson, said, "the evidence against him is ironclad. The anonymous tip you provided was, of course, impeccable."I didn't respond, just kept watching the news.The laundered bank accounts, the illicit art, the falsified trade documents—I knew about all of it.After all, I was once his most trusted wife."What's the expected sentence?" I asked."Five to seven years," Johnson replied. "But if he cooperates, it could be reduced."On the TV, the judge was reading the verdict: "Alessio Moretti, considering your full confession, this court sentences you to five years in federal prison..

Chapter 8

Alessio's POVThe prison gates slammed shut behind him.Five years. He had carved every single one of those one thousand, eight hundred and twenty-five days into the wall of his mind.But as he walked out, he didn't feel freedom. He felt empty.The streets of New York were the same, but everything had changed.The skyscrapers still stood tall, but the empire that was once his was gone.The only thing he wanted to do was see Isabella.See his wife.The Moretti headquarters was still there, but the security guards at the door didn't recognize him."I'm Alessio Moretti," he told the receptionist.The young woman glanced at her computer, then smiled politely. "One moment, sir, I'll need to confirm that."Confirm.There was a time when everyone in this building knew his name.Now, he needed to be confirmed just to enter.Ten minutes later, he was escorted to the top-floor office.Isabella sat behind a massive desk, focused on a document.She was even more beautiful than she was five years a

Chapter 9

Isabella’s POVA week later, I left the office. It was after eleven at night.I had been working nonstop, finalizing the consolidation of the family businesses.Everything was going according to plan.Alessio's empire was a thing of the past. The new order I built was solid."The car is ready, Signora," my driver, Tony, said, holding the door for me.Just as I was about to get in, a figure darted out from the shadows."Isabella! Wait!"Alessio.He looked like he'd been dragged through hell and back—unshaven, clothes reeking of stale whiskey and desperation, his eyes bloodshot and haunted."Move," I said without looking at him."Please, just listen to me!" He blocked the car door. "Just a few minutes!""I don't have time.""Isabella, I know I was wrong!" His voice was desperate. "I know I made an unforgivable mistake!"I stopped and looked at him coldly. "You know that now?""Yes!" He nodded frantically. "I miss her, Isabella. I miss our daughter. I have nightmares every night. I see h

Chapter 10

"Dead?" I stood up slowly, watching the madwoman in front of me. "You want him to be dead?""Of course!" Cassandra cackled. "The bastard who betrayed me! The scum who abandoned me and our sons! He's better off dead!"She paced my office like a caged animal."Now that he's gone, as the mother of his only sons, I have a legal claim to the Moretti fortune!""Is that so?" I sneered. "And what do you think you'll be inheriting?""This building! The businesses! The bank accounts!" Greed flashed in her eyes. "Marco and Mike are Alessio's heirs!""What a shame," I said, turning my back to her to gaze out at the city lights. "Alessio isn't dead."Her laughter stopped abruptly."What?""He's alive," I said, turning to face her. "But you could say he's been... decommissioned."Cassandra's face went pale. "A vegetable?""A deep coma. He might never wake up." I savored the fear on her face. "But legally, he's still alive.""Then... then his assets...""You want to know about his assets?" I pulled a

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