My Mafia Husband Regretted After I Faked My Death のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

It wasn't until the midnight bells rang that the bleeding in my thigh finally slowed.Just as I was about to close my eyes and lick my wounds alone in this freezing guest room—A piercing siren shattered the silence of Corleone Manor.It was the highest-level raid alarm.Gunshots, explosions, and the screams of servants instantly erupted into chaos.As the family’s Mamma, I instinctively dragged my freshly clotted leg and rushed downstairs.The living room was a wreck.Several blood-soaked Soldatos knelt on the floor, while Luca was screaming hysterically."It's all your fault! If she wasn't trying to save me, Auntie Gina wouldn't have been taken!"Seeing me descend, a loyal Capo walked over quickly, his expression grave."Ma'am, it was that upstart family from the East District. They kidnapped Gina. They ... they want to trade you for her.""They said only the mistress of the Corleone family is worth the hostage they hold."This was obviously a clumsy trap.Anyone with a brain knew th

For an entire week, neither my husband nor my son came to visit me.Even though the hospital I stayed in was only a twenty-minute drive from the family estate.Instead, Marco's chief assistant, David, arrived with a pile of limited-edition Hermes bags and Cartier jewelry.They were stacked in the corner of the ward like a pile of expensive trash.David conveyed Marco's message:"The Don says these are the latest releases for the season, sent specifically to relieve your boredom. He has been too busy accompanying Gina and Luca ."You see, this was Marco's love.Reeking of money, arrogant and high-handed, but devoid of any warmth.My phone vibrated. It was a taunting DM from Gina.In the photo, she was wearing my silk pajamas, lying in the master bed—my bed—with a sleeping Luca beside her.The caption read: [Luca said he wished I were his mother. He sleeps so soundly beside me.]I turned off the phone, feeling my heart being crushed by an invisible hand.After my parents died in a car ac

While I was dragging my broken boby through the rainy night in a desperate escape, my husband, Marco, was carrying Gina and taking our son to move into the penthouse in the city center.He and Luca thought that without me—the strict disciplinarian always wearing a stern face—their lives would be a fairy tale: free, happy, and full of laughter.However, reality slapped them in the face very quickly.It only took three days for their life without me to turn into a complete train wreck.The first thing to collapse was the Mafia business Marco was so proud of.As the Don, he was only responsible for making big decisions at the negotiation table. He forgot that for the past ten years, I was the one managing all the delicate "legitimate" connections.The next day, the family’s Consigliere rushed into his office, sweating profusely."Don, we have a major problem.""The Senator we bribed is refusing to sign the new approval for the dock expansion. Because... well, yesterday was his wife's fift

When I jumped from that window, teetering on the brink of death, I met a man—Dante.He is the new Don of the Venturi family, the oldest and most violent clan in Sicily.Unlike Marco, the "Gentleman Don" who cared about pageantry and political maneuvering, Dante is a true beast.That day, when I dragged my broken leg and fainted on the street.Dante's convoy passed by.He didn't recoil at my filth like others would have. Instead, he got out of the car and scooped me up steadily with arms covered in tattoos and rippling with muscle."She's still alive."That was the first thing he said to me.He took me back to Sicily and found the best doctors to cure my leg and my blood clotting disorder.I thought he just wanted to exploit my talents.I helped him consolidate the books and annex territories.Using the skills I learned from Marco, combined with my natural instinct for the black market business, I became his Consigliere.But I didn't expect that this beast wanted to devour not just the

The oldest cathedral in Sicily.I stood before the holy cross in a vintage lace wedding dress designed by Dante himself.Dante, dressed in a black tuxedo, looked like a guardian deity. He held my hand devoutly, ready to place the ring on my finger—the ring that signified my status as the Mistress of the Venturi family.Bang—!The heavy oak doors were violently slammed open.A wretched figure stumbled in. It was Marco.He was covered in injuries; the once arrogant Don of New York now looked like a homeless drifter."Elena! Don't marry him!"Dozens of submachine guns instantly aimed at him.Dante frowned, about to signal his men to clear the room, but I gently shook my head."Let him come."Marco stumbled all the way to the foot of the altar. "Elena, I know I was wrong... I truly know it now.""I never thought... For those five years, I lived in hell every single day."His hands trembling, he suddenly pulled a sharp dagger from his chest pocket.But he didn't attack anyone.He pressed hi