บททั้งหมดของ I Married His Enemy and Watched Him Burn: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The door flew open. Vince.His eyes landed on Sophia in her pool of blood, and his face drained of all color."What did you do?" he roared, dropping to his knees beside her. He didn't even look at me. It was like I wasn't even there."She pushed me," Sophia sobbed, pointing a trembling finger at me. "She tried to kill our baby!"What baby?"Isabella!" Vince whipped his head toward me, his eyes burning with a rage from hell itself. "What did you do?""I didn't push her! I just—"SMACK.The blow sent me staggering back. My cheek exploded in pain. My ears rang.And in the middle of the shock, a sharp cramp tore through my abdomen. A sickening warmth spread down my thighs."Are you insane?" Vince snarled, his voice dripping with disgust. "She's carrying my heir!"Heir.The word was a poisoned knife straight to my heart.Vince scooped Sophia into his arms, her blood staining his white shirt. "Get a doctor! Now!""Vince, let me explain—""Explain what?" He was already moving toward the door

Vince's POVAfter Isabella left, the only sound in the hospital room was Sophia’s weak sobbing.I should have been relieved. I’d saved the only thing that mattered—my heir. But a raw, jagged feeling was tearing at my gut.All I could see was Isabella’s face, her eyes when she’d whispered, 'My baby is dead.'They were like cold ash.Just then, Dr. Martin walked in, holding a file."Boss," he hesitated, sensing the tension in the room. "We have Miss Sophia’s detailed blood work.""Read it," I commanded, wanting this whole nightmare to be over."Her injuries are superficial, and the blood loss wasn't life-threatening." Dr. Martin paused, taking a deep breath as if steeling himself. "And... the report shows her HCG levels are... completely normal. She was never pregnant."The room went dead silent.Time froze.Slowly, like a rusted machine, I turned to face Sophia."What?""I... I thought I was. I really did," Sophia stammered, her face whiter than the sheets. "My period was late, I just..

"I don't understand." My fists clenched. "Why would he want to see me?""We were wondering the same thing," Marco said, leaning back in his chair. "Dante Costello doesn't do anything without a reason. If he specifically asked for you...""Then he has one," Father finished.I stood up, pacing the dining room. "This is too strange. I've never even met him.""Maybe you have, and you just don't remember," Father's gaze grew distant. "The world of the families is small, Bella. Especially the old ones.""You think I should go?""It's your decision," Father said. "But if you're serious about getting back at Vince, the Costellos' support would be… useful."I stopped pacing. "How powerful are they?""In Chicago, Dante Costello is king," Marco said, his voice holding a note of respect. "The ports, the casinos, the underground fights… he even has judges in his pocket.""And Vince?""Vince is a nobody. If the Costellos wanted to, they could make the Moretti family disappear overnight."I thought f

I took the whiskey and downed it in one go.The liquor burned my throat, but it didn't burn away the confusion."Who are your sources?" I stared at Dante. "And why were you watching my marriage?"Dante didn't answer right away. He walked to the window, hands in his pockets."I never stopped watching you, Isabella.""What do you mean?""From the day you married Vince five years ago. You were barely eighteen." He turned around. "I knew it was a mistake."My glass nearly fell from my hand. "You knew me? Since when?"Dante walked to a desk and opened a drawer.He took out a small metal object and placed it on the table.It was an old, worn medallion. A St. Christopher medal.My blood ran cold."Do you remember this?" Dante's voice was rough with an emotion I couldn't name. "Ten years ago. A terrified boy bleeding out in St. Mark's Cathedral."The memory didn't hit me. It crashed into me. A tidal wave of blood and fear.I was thirteen.It was the night the DeLucas clashed with another famil

Vince's POVA month after Isabella left, my world was a mess.My empire was crumbling. Key clients were walking. Just like that.That’s when it hit me. Isabella was the architect of my success. The ghost in my machine for the last five years.I remember when we first got together. My father wanted to give the Family to that damn bastard son of his.Isabella was the one who gave me the plan. She handled everything.After I was named heir, she was right there with me when we took over two major ports.I was shocked at the time.How could a regular girl have that kind of nerve?But then, my power grew. My business got bigger.I didn’t want people saying I needed a woman's help.I told Isabella to stay home. I told her I’d take care of her.But after I slept with Sophia, I never wanted to see Isabella again.I hated her plain, judgmental face. Hated the way she’d watch me pour another drink.I even hated that she was pregnant. Her kid would tie her to me for good. I'd never be free.Only n