Breaking the Mafia Brothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

My brother died in my arms. My hands shook as I texted my husband, Don Adriano."Adriano, I want a divorce."Three seconds later, he called."Carina, that's enough," Adriano's voice was ice. "Stop this nonsense.""I'm not.""Leo gets a scratch, and you file for divorce? When the hell did you become so pathetic?"I closed my eyes. Tears streamed down my face.I could still feel Leo's cold body in my arms."He's dead, Adriano.""Bullshit. If Isabella's heart condition flares up, she could die. Leo has a scratch. I'm warning you, stop using these pathetic little tricks to get my attention. I'm busy."The phone went dead.I saw Leo’s bloody face in my mind. I saw yesterday. My birthday.Adriano promised us a celebration. Me and Leo. My favorite French restaurant.Leo and I waited for him all night.He wore the new suit I bought him, sitting quietly in the corner of the restaurant.He didn't talk much, but the hope in his eyes said it all.When the waiter asked for the third time if we want

"I'll be getting my divorce. See you at the law firm tomorrow morning," was my cold reply.The next morning, I sat at one end of a long table, a folder in my hands.Inside was Leo's death certificate, the autopsy report, and the bill for the funeral."Carina, they're twenty minutes late," my lawyer murmured. "We can reschedule.""We wait."The moment the door was pushed open, I knew this wouldn't be easy.Adriano strode in, followed by six bodyguards in black suits.Clinging to his arm was Isabella, dressed in a pristine white Chanel suit, with my necklace sparkling at her throat."Sorry we're late," Adriano said, taking the head seat. "Isabella insisted on coming to 'pray' for you. She said you're not mentally well, cursing your own brother."Isabella let go of Adriano, her face a mask of fake concern. "Carina, I know you'd do anything to get Adriano to come home, but how could you joke about Leo's life? That's such bad luck."She touched the necklace, batting her eyes innocently. "Ca

“Carina, are you okay?”Isabella pushed open the door, pulling the same innocent-girl act I’d seen a thousand times.“I heard you… lost the baby.”I didn’t answer.She walked to the bed, reaching out as if to touch my forehead.“You must be so sad. But don’t worry, you’re still young. You’ll have other chances.”“Get out.”“Carina, don’t be like this.” Isabella sat on the edge of the bed. “I know you’re upset, but you can’t take it out on me.”“You’re the reason Leo is dead.”Isabella’s eyes flickered, but she quickly recovered. “What are you talking about? Leo’s death was an accident. Those men attacked you. What does that have to do with me?”“An accident?” The laugh that escaped me was sharp and cold enough to cut glass. “That hit was too clean. Too perfect. They knew our route. They knew which road had no guards. And they knew, with absolute certainty… that you had made sure Adriano was nowhere near me.”The color drained from Isabella’s face.“What… what are you saying?”Suddenly,

Adriano’s POVThree months. Carina and Chloe were gone.“Boss. Trouble.”Antonio burst into my office. His face was grim.“What trouble?”“The FBI found Richards’ body. Bottom of Lake Michigan.”My pen froze.Richards.The federal agent who tried to build a case against the Moretti family three years ago.I took care of him myself.“The body’s well-preserved,” Antonio continued. “He had a recording device on him. They found it.”My blood ran cold.“What’s on it?”“Everything. Our shipping routes. The casino ledgers. And… recordings. Of you and Lorenzo.”It was over.Two hours later, the FBI swarmed the Moretti estate.“Adriano Moretti, you’re under arrest.”The cuffs snapped onto my wrists. The family business was gutted overnight.Our three most profitable shipping lines were frozen. Five underground casinos, shut down.Every dollar in the family bank accounts, seized.Lorenzo was arrested, too.We spent two weeks in a cell. It took every last contact and every dollar we had left to g

Carina’s POVEveryone was waiting for my answer.Adriano knelt on the floor, holding up that sketchbook, his eyes full of desperate hope.I looked at him, and felt nothing. Not a single ripple. If anything, it was pathetic.“Put that disgusting thing away.”My voice was clear and cold, a spike of ice piercing the backstage silence.“Adriano Moretti, do you really think you can use my dead brother’s memory to buy my sympathy?”The blood drained from Adriano’s face.“No… I just wanted…”“You just wanted to remind me how Leo died at your hands.” I walked forward and snatched the sketchbook from his grip. Then, in front of everyone, I tore it apart. Page by page.The shredded paper fluttered down like snow, landing on Adriano’s shocked and broken face.“My name is Carina Morrison,” I said, staring into his shattered eyes, enunciating every word. “The Carina Moretti who loved you, the one whose brother you let die, the one who lost her child… I buried her myself. Right along with this sketc