All Chapters of The Mafia Don Left Me To Die, But Now Regrets It: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

In the Chief Strategy Officer’s Office of Celestial Cybersecurity.Mia stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the cityscape of Catania.She had changed out of her evening gown, now wearing a crisp white pantsuit. Her long hair pinned up to reveal a smooth forehead and sharp, composed eyes."James's men have been like rabid dogs, tracking your movements for the past three months, especially your interactions with me," Shawn said casually, lounging on the sofa opposite her desk, swirling a glass of red wine. "Looks like last night's little shock had quite the effect."Mia turned around with an unreadable expression on her face. “Let him investigate. The more mysterious I am, the more it gnaws at him. As for our relationship, he can think whatever he wants.”Shawn raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Aren’t you afraid he’ll fly into a rage and act on it? James doesn’t exactly care about business rules when he loses control.”"He won't," Mia said confidently as she walked to her desk

At the guesthouse.Zinnia did not dress up as she usually did. She wore only a soft, pale-colored loungewear set.The moment she saw James, her eyes immediately reddened, and tears rolled down her gaunt cheeks.“James…” She choked out. Her voice was thick with grievance and dependence. “You finally came to see me…”Her worn, helpless appearance caught James off guard, leaving his earlier words stuck in his throat.He stepped forward. A faint, almost unnoticed warmth crept into his voice. “I heard you’ve been refusing to eat. What are you up to this time?”Zinnia’s tears flowed even more freely. She reached out, lightly grasping his sleeve. Her fingertips were icy. “I’m not causing trouble… James, I’m just… I’m just hurting inside. I know I spoke harshly last time. I shouldn’t have said those things about Mia. I was wrong… I really know I was wrong…“I was just confused by my anger… and… and scared.”She lifted her eyes, looking at him plaintively. “I was scared you’d stop pay

At the same time at Rose Garden Villa.Mia finished a full day of negotiation simulations, exhausted both physically and mentally. Don Sanchez had temporarily invited Shawn to sample cigars and had yet to return.She declined the attendant’s offer to accompany her, wanting to take a quiet walk alone in the garden and let the night breeze ease the pressure weighing on her chest.She had just reached a secluded classical fountain when faint footsteps sounded behind her.She turned around with alertness, only to see a figure in the estate’s standard maid uniform, wearing a mask and a low-pulled cap, pushing a cleaning cart. The woman kept her head down and hurried past without pause, looking like nothing more than a staff member working the night shift, seemingly unaware of Mia’s presence.Mia slightly furrowed her brows. An inexplicable sense of unease flickered through her, but she did not dwell on it.This was the Sanchez family’s core estate, with top-tier security. Nothing coul

James stood there like an abandoned statue, unmoving amidst the bitter night wind, for what felt like an eternity.In the end, Carl approached him cautiously. There was a hint of hesitation in his voice. “Boss… how should we deal with Zinnia?”Those words were like a key, unlocking the violence James had been holding back. He spun around abruptly. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Zinnia, who lay on the ground like a discarded rag doll. She was curled up in agony. Her moans were faint, but the hatred in her eyes was still unmistakable.“Deal with her?” James’s voice was hoarse, but was tinged with a cold, almost manic laugh. “Drag her back. Keep her alive. Use the best medicine.”Carl was stunned for a moment.James bent down, leaning close to Zinnia’s ear. His tone was cold and venomous, like a snake whispering as it struck. “You think this ends with death? That would be too easy. Zinnia, I’m going to make you live — and then watch with your own eyes as I take Mia back. I’ll let

Sicily. Catania. The Yorick family estate.The residence that once belonged to James was now under heavy guard.An old man, nearly seventy, with graying hair but eyes dark and menacing, sat in the carved throne that had once belonged to James, toying an ivory-handled dagger in his hand.Zinnia sat below him in a wheelchair.Her severed tendons had been reattached, but she would never walk properly again. The wheelchair was now her only support.“He’ll come back,” Zinnia’s tone was gentle, yet her words were steeped in madness. “I know him too well. Proud and arrogant. He’d never allow what belongs to him to be taken by someone else…”“You’re certain he’ll take the bait?” Howel narrowed his eyes.“Of course.” Zinnia smiled.The moment her words were uttered, an explosion thundered outside.A barrage of bullets, screams, and curses followed immediately.The hall doors were slammed open. A guard, drenched in blood, staggered inside.“H-he’s here! James came through the secret pa