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All Chapters of The Don’s Favorite Lover Vanished: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

I was Don Vincenzo’s secret for ten years. I was waiting for a ring. Instead, after fucking me, he told me he was marrying someone else. That's when I knew I was just a body for him to use.An hour ago.For the thousandth time, he fucked me, wild and furious.I came apart under him, my nails digging into his shoulders.“Yes… like that…”I gasped, feeling every one of his thrusts deep inside me.He kissed me hard, harder than ever before.When it was over, I curled up in his arms, tracing the scars on his chest with my finger.His voice cut through the dark. “Tomorrow night, you’re coming to the family dinner.”I looked up at him, my heart pounding.I’d slept with him for a decade. He’d never let me near a family dinner.“Vincenzo,” I sat up, my voice trembling. “Is this it? Are you finally making me yours?”He raised an eyebrow, giving me a sideways glance.“Official?” He blew a smoke ring, his tone sharp. “What’s to make official? The dinner is to welcome my fiancée. Katerina Petrov,

Chapter 2

I turned off my phone.Seventeen encrypted messages from Vincenzo. I didn't answer a single one.At two in the afternoon, the door to my studio was kicked open.Marco, Vincenzo’s right-hand man, stormed in with four of his goons.“Miss Chiara,” Marco’s voice was polite, but his hand was already on the butt of his gun. “The Boss wants to see you.”I didn’t look up. I kept working on the painting in front of me. “Tell your boss I’m busy.”“I’m afraid this isn’t a request.”I put down my brush and stood up. “So you’re dragging me back by force?”Marco didn’t deny it. “The Boss’s orders. Don’t make this ugly.”Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Russo family estate.This used to be my home. Now, it was just a cage.I was “escorted” to my old art studio.The moment the door opened, I froze.The room was empty.All my paintings, my easels, my paints, our only photo together…Every trace of me was gone. Cleaned out.In its place was opulent, Russian-style decor.And hanging

Chapter 3

The dinner ended.“Chiara, you’re coming too,” Vincenzo’s voice called from the top of the stairs.I looked up. He was helping Katerina into her coat, his movements gentle in a way they never were with me. It was like swallowing acid.“Of course,” he looked at me, his eyes like ice. “You’re my best intel specialist. Time to get familiar with your new boss.”The armored car was waiting outside.I instinctively moved toward the front passenger seat. A single look from Vincenzo stopped me.“In the back,” he said.Katerina took his arm and slid into the spacious middle row.I was stuffed into the corner of the back row. An afterthought.The car pulled away into the Chicago night.The first bullet shattered the windshield without warning.“Get down!” Marco yelled, wrenching the steering wheel.Gunfire erupted from all sides, bullets hammering the car like hail.“Shit!” Vincenzo pulled his gun. “It’s the Torrino family!”I drew my Glock and fired back through the rear window. Katerina scream

Chapter 4

Three days later, my door opened.Vincenzo walked in, Katerina on his arm.She wore a white Chanel suit. The family ring on her left hand glittered, stabbing at my eyes.“Chiara,” Vincenzo’s voice was flat. “How are you feeling?”“Still breathing,” I said, my voice like gravel. “Disappointed?”Katerina walked to my bedside, her face a mask of fake concern. “I’ve been wanting to see you. I heard you were badly hurt protecting us. You’re so brave.”Protecting you.What a fucking joke.“Just doing my job.”“Your loyalty is very touching,” Katerina said. Her gaze dropped to the open collar of my hospital gown, zeroing in on the small phoenix tattoo just below my collarbone.We got it after our first firefight together. Our first secret.A flash of jealousy crossed her eyes. She turned to Vincenzo, her voice sickly sweet. “Darling, Chiara’s tattoo is so unique. But… I don’t really like it. It reminds me you have a past I don’t know about. It makes me feel… insecure.”Vincenzo went still.He

Chapter 5

The next morning, my burner phone rang. It was Vincenzo.“Viktor’s workshop,” he commanded, his voice empty of emotion. “One hour. Katerina needs a new piece. You’re designing it.”“I refuse.”“This isn’t a request, Chiara. Don’t make me have my men ‘ask’ you again.”He hung up.An hour later, I was in the basement of the abandoned factory.Vincenzo and Katerina were already there.“Viktor,” Vincenzo said to the workshop’s owner, a legendary Russian weaponsmith. “This is Chiara. The best art forger in Chicago, and the best weapons expert. I need her to create a one-of-a-kind sidearm for Katerina.”Viktor’s eyes lit up. “Art and arms! I like it!”He led us to a workbench covered in black velvet, laid out with rare metals and gems.Vincenzo came to my side. His voice was a low whisper, just for me. “I want you to build her the perfect gun. Use the same specs as my Glock. The one you built for my hand.”My breath caught.“I know you remember every detail,” he went on, his voice cold. “The

Chapter 6

I had just zipped the last bag when the door to the safe house was kicked off its hinges.Vincenzo stood in the doorway, his eyes bloodshot, blazing with rage.“Found you,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.My hand went to my gun. His was faster. Of course, it was.Three strides, and he had me. He slammed me against the wall, his hand an iron vise around my wrist.“Where did you think you could run?” he snarled, his breath hot on my face, smelling of whiskey and fury.I struggled, but he had me pinned.Suddenly, the rage in his eyes flickered, replaced by something almost broken.“I’ve been looking for you all night,” he said, his forehead resting against mine, his voice rough with exhaustion. “I thought something happened to you…”A sharp pain went through my chest.But my head knew better. This was just another trap.“Let go of me, Vincenzo.”“Not until you tell me what the hell you’re doing.”“It has nothing to do with you.”“Nothing to do with me?” He let out a cold laugh, g

Chapter 7

Chicago’s Holy Name Cathedral had never looked so grand.Every crime boss in the city was there. The air was thick with expensive perfume and gunpowder.I stood alone in the shadows.Katerina walked toward me in a priceless Vera Wang gown, a diamond tiara sparkling in her hair. A fairytale princess.She stopped in front of me. Her eyes fell to my chest.I was wearing a black diamond phoenix necklace.The first piece I ever designed, for my eighteenth birthday. I’d given it to Vincenzo.A few days ago, he had Marco “return” it to me.“That poor little bird,” Katerina’s voice was sickly sweet, dripping with venom. “So lonely now that its owner has thrown it away. Tell me, Chiara, does it hurt? Knowing you were so easy to replace.”Before I could answer, Vincenzo’s voice came from behind us.“Darling, what are you talking about with my soldier?”He came over, his arm sliding possessively around Katerina’s waist.He didn’t even look at me. Like I was part of the furniture.“Nothing,” Kater

Chapter 8

The shooting stopped. Emergency lights flickered on, illuminating the ruins.Vincenzo stood in the center of the hall.Across from him stood a man in a Russian military-style coat—Katerina’s uncle, Dimitri Petrov.“I require an explanation,” Dimitri’s voice was ice. “My niece was nearly killed. On your territory.”“The Torrino family will pay,” Vincenzo said.“Not enough.” Dimitri’s gaze went past him, finding me behind my pillar. “That one,” Dimitri’s gaze flicked past him, landing on me. “Your loose end.”His tone shifted. He moved closer to Vincenzo.“A woman who forces a man to ‘choose’ is a liability. My niece will not start her new life with liabilities.”Vincenzo was silent.“Our alliance requires the elimination of all internal liabilities,” Dimitri delivered his ultimatum. “This woman knows too many of your secrets. Deal with her before the wedding. Or the deal is off.”Dimitri turned and left.Vincenzo stood alone for a long moment.Then he turned slowly, his eyes locking ont

Chapter 9

“Vincenzo!” Katerina cried, a flash of vicious triumph in her terrified eyes. “She tried to kill me! She betrayed the family! By the rules, you have to execute her yourself!”Execute me.I looked into Vincenzo’s eyes, waiting for his sentence.His finger tightened on the trigger. His dark eyes were a storm of emotions I couldn’t read. Rage, conflict… and a flicker of exhaustion.Time stood still.Then, slowly, he spoke. Each word deliberate.“Marco.”Marco stepped out from behind him. “Yes, Boss.”“Get her,” Vincenzo’s gun was still on me, but his words were for Marco, “and throw her off the estate.”Katerina’s sobs stopped. She looked at Vincenzo in disbelief.“Vincenzo, you…”Vincenzo ignored her. His eyes were still locked on me.“Cut her off. Freeze her accounts. Strike her from the family records.” The orders came out like machine-gun fire, every one a cold blade. “I don’t want to see this face in Chicago ever again.”He paused, then delivered the final sentence.“Tell everyone, f

Chapter 10

Vincenzo's POVA month.It’s been a month since I sent Chiara away. She vanished. Like smoke.It was my choice. So why did this knot in my gut refuse to go away?Marco knocked and came in, a list of wedding flowers in his hand. “Boss, you need to sign off on this.”I didn’t turn from the window. “Give it to Katerina.”“And the wine list, the music…”“I said, give it all to her!” I snapped, my voice cutting through the silence. “From now on, don’t bother me with this petty shit!”Marco went silent and backed out of the room.I should be satisfied.The alliance is sealed. The family’s power has never been stronger.So why can’t I sleep?Midnight. I sat up in bed again.Katerina was sleeping soundly beside me, but all I felt was a raw, restless energy.I got out of bed. Something pulled me toward the studio that used to be Chiara’s.It was Katerina’s music room now. All her Russian taste. Ornate and soulless.But in the air, a faint trace of turpentine still lingered.Her smell.“Dammit.”

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