The Don's Punishment のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

I drifted in and out of consciousness and remembered the day I first met him.It was a joint meeting between underworld families, held on the lower level of an old dockside warehouse. All signals were jammed. Armed soldiers stood guard on every side.My father brought me along to observe. I was nobody, just an extra set of hands assigned to take notes and pass documents. An associate at best.Enzo Galante sat at the very center.His black shirt hung open at the collar, undone by two buttons. A coin spun lazily between his fingers. A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance.When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent.He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood.He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night.No one dared miss a single word.I knew he was dangerous. I understood

I lay on the icy stone floor. The metallic taste of blood spread through my mouth.Enzo stared at my flat abdomen."Where's the child? Our child. Where is he?" His voice shook, though he did not seem aware of it.I tugged weakly at the corner of my mouth."Our child? Enzo, he's been gone for a long time. Since the day the armory exploded." My voice sounded light, almost distant.His pupils shrank, and he snapped sharply, "Stop this. Sophia, how long are you going to keep acting out? I ignored you for a moment back then. Was that really enough to drive you this far?"You gave birth in secret, didn't you? You hid the baby somewhere. Tell me where he is. Did you send him to an orphanage?"As he spoke, he reached out and tried to touch my stomach.I gathered what little strength I had left and slapped his hand away.A cold laugh escaped me. "I told you the child is dead. You keep asking all this, Enzo. What is it? Are you suddenly regretting the divorce?""How could I be?" He rea

After I returned to the Vitale family, the outside world did not let up.Madwoman, toxic bitch, evil ex-wife—those labels clung to me like grime no one bothered to wipe away.Inside my father's study, Frank Rosa, my father's most trusted aide and someone who had watched me grow up, stood to the side."This is what you asked for." He spoke quietly. "Miss Vitale, we recovered every backup we could from the Galante family's internal security system. In particular, the core surveillance footage from the days surrounding the explosion."I had never intended to let the armory incident fade into the past. In this life or the last, my child's death, my own death, every debt would be repaid in full. By Enzo. By Monica."Thank you, Frank. I appreciate it." I gathered the files and put them away with care.My father lifted his teacup and took a slow sip. His eyes never left my face."My daughter, what do you plan to do next?" he asked calmly.I looked up and met his gaze."Dad, I want to

Fear and pain shattered what little control Monica had left. She could only shake her head and scream, "Not me! It's fake! Sophia, that bitch! She set me up!"She struggled, and Enzo's grip loosened with his agitation. The black document envelope slipped from his hand and struck the polished marble floor with a sharp crack.The wax seal split on impact. A stack of papers spilled out and scattered across the floor. Several pages drifted to Enzo's feet. He looked down without thinking.The top sheet was an official hospital diagnosis and surgical report.Patient: Sophia VitaleDiagnosis: Severe blunt force trauma in late pregnancy, resulting in placental abruption and massive intrauterine hemorrhage. The fetus showed no vital signs after delivery.Procedure: Emergency cesarean extraction and partial hysterectomy.The date of surgery matched the day of the armory explosion.His tall frame swayed, as if an invisible sledgehammer had struck him. His hands trembled as he bent down an