Semua Bab My Husband's Debt for His Principessa: Bab 1 - Bab 10

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. "

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

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

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..

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