All Chapters of Owned by the Wrong Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

I braced myself against the wall as I limped into the villa. Every step sent a fresh spike of pain through my abdomen."Elena?"Lorenzo's voice came from the stairs.I looked up. He was walking down, holding a bouquet of white lilies. He wore a gentle smile, one I hadn't seen in a long time."You're back." He rushed over. "Been dealing with a traitor in the family. Things got messy. Didn't have a chance to message you back."A traitor.How ironic."Heard you went to get your cello fixed?" he asked, stopping in front of me. "How'd it go?""They're still working on it." My voice was flat. Dead.Lorenzo put the lilies on a side table and opened his arms for a hug."I missed you."His arms were once my sanctuary. Now, the thought of his touch made my stomach churn.There was a glaring hickey on his neck. Not even faded.The sharp scent of perfume hit me from his collar. Tom Ford Black Orchid. Vanessa’s favorite.I slapped a hand over my mouth. Bile rose in my throat.I shoved at his chest,

Chapter 2

Morning sunlight cut through the curtains.I reached for the other side of the bed. The sheets were still cold.Lorenzo hadn't come home again.I picked up my phone. My thumb opened Instagram out of a morbid, self-destructive habit.Vanessa's latest post made my heart stop.The first photo: She was in Lorenzo's office. Using my priceless, first-edition Bach manuscript—my most prized possession—as a coaster for her coffee cup.Caption: "Guess this old sheet music is good for something."I got that manuscript at an auction when I was sixteen.Lorenzo knew what it meant to me. He kept it in the safest vault in his office.Now his mistress was using it as a placemat.I kept scrolling.The second photo stole the air from my lungs.Lorenzo and Vanessa, locked in a passionate kiss in a private pool, water splashing everywhere.The background was our mountain villa. I knew it all too well.Caption: "He says only I can give him this kind of thrill."Lorenzo built that villa for me three years a

Chapter 3

BANG!A gunshot. The whole place erupted in panic.People scattered, screaming. Marco and the other bodyguards immediately formed a wall around me.A few minutes later, the chaos was under control.Lorenzo’s men had a few gunmen pinned to the floor.“Serpente family,” Marco reported to Lorenzo. “They were aiming for you. Looks like just a warning shot.”Lorenzo’s face was dark, but his eyes shot straight to the stage.I followed his gaze.Vanessa was a crumpled heap on the floor. Her expensive red dress was torn, revealing a long, pale slash of thigh.There were scrapes on her hands and cheek, beading with blood. She looked pathetic. Fragile. A damsel in distress.“My… my face…” she stammered, touching her cheek, her eyes wild. “Lorenzo, I can't see... I'm going to faint...”On pure instinct, Lorenzo pushed through the crowd and rushed onto the stage.He knelt, dabbing at the scratch on her face with his own silk pocket square."Don't be scared. It's just a scratch," he said, his voice

Chapter 4

Lorenzo's POVSweat dripped onto the white sheets.Vanessa lay beneath me, arms locked around my neck."Lorenzo..." she breathed my name.The air in the hotel room was thick with the smell of sex.We had just finished.Vanessa’s long hair was splayed across the pillow, her cheeks flushed. She looked satisfied, lazy."You were something else tonight..." she said, tracing a finger across my chest. "You drive me wild."And then, an image of Elena's pale face, her forced smile, flashed in my head.I glanced at the clock on the nightstand.10:20 PM.I shoved Vanessa off me and got up, fixing my suit."Marco," I barked at the bodyguard by the door. "Have that French place on the West Side send over her favorite pastry. Elena likes it for a late-night snack."I shouldn't have left her alone at the hospital today.And today was... it was our anniversary.Fuck. I was supposed to throw a party for her. How could I forget?Guilt clawed at me.I had to go back."You're leaving?"Vanessa wrapped he

Chapter 5

Lorenzo's POVI stared at the divorce papers.How dare she? How dare Elena end this without my permission?White-hot rage tore through me. I reached into the box for whatever else was in there.A few printed photos scattered across the floor.My blood ran cold when I saw them.Screenshots. From Instagram.I didn't recognize the account name, but I knew the man in the pictures. It was me.Kissing Vanessa in the pool.Feeding her grapes.Holding Vanessa on a private jet, watching the Northern Lights.Every picture had a gloating caption. The posts spanned three whole months.Vanessa.That goddamn bitch had a private account, showing off our affair to the world.And Elena had seen it all.I pictured it. A pregnant Elena, forced to watch her husband dote on another woman.Pregnant.The word stopped my heart for a second, then a wave of relief washed over me.Of course. The baby. My baby.Elena was pregnant. And she was such a gentle, traditional woman.No matter how much she hated me, she

Chapter 6

Lorenzo’s POVVanessa fell to the floor, clutching her red cheek."Lorenzo? What did I do wrong?" she sobbed.I threw the Instagram screenshots in her face."You stupid bitch," I hissed, my voice colder than the grave. "You dared flaunt this to my wife?"Vanessa’s face went white when she saw the pictures."Lorenzo, I... I was just...""Just what?" I loomed over her, my shadow swallowing her whole. "Just wanted the world to know you're my whore?"She knelt on the floor, tears streaming down her face."But you didn't even care that she had a miscarriage! Why are you blaming me?"I froze.I stared down at her. "How did you know Elena had a miscarriage?"Realizing what she’d said, her eyes darted away. "I... I didn't... I just saw you now, and I guessed...""You guessed?" I crouched, grabbing her jaw in a vise-grip. "Look. At. Me.""I don't know anything!" she cried. "Lorenzo, I swear, I don't know anything!"I let her go and pulled out my phone, dialing Marco."Find out what happened to

Chapter 7

Elena’s POVThe first snow in Vienna was beautiful.I stood by the rehearsal hall’s floor-to-ceiling window, watching the flakes drift down."Aria, are you ready?"Sophie walked over, holding my mask.Yes, Aria. That was my new name."I'm ready." I took the exquisite Venetian mask and gently put it on.For the past three months, I'd been performing under this name. The Vienna Philharmonic welcomed me on one condition: I performed under a pseudonym, and I wore a mask.But once my cello began to sing, no one questioned it again."Tonight is the last show in Paris," Sophie said. "The audience is dying to hear your solo."I nodded and picked up my cello.Sophie had helped me buy this one. It wasn't as precious as my old one, but it had seen me through ten cities on this tour.Three months. Ten shows.I was finding my confidence again. My joy.Here, I didn't have to wonder if I was loved. I didn't have to touch that filthy underworld.I just had to be me.The concert hall was brilliant, the

Chapter 8

Elena’s POVLorenzo walked toward me.Every step was heavy, as if he was trying to press two years of longing into the polished floor.A fire burned in his eyes—that familiar, possessive look.Just as he was about to touch me, a tall figure stepped between us."Step away from my fiancée."The deep, Italian accent echoed through the terminal.Lorenzo stopped dead, his eyes instantly turning dangerous.He looked up at the man.Six-foot-three, dark brown hair, a custom-tailored navy suit.And an ancient family crest pinned to his lapel.Lorenzo’s blood ran cold."The Don of the Ricci family," he spat, the name like poison on his tongue.Matteo Ricci.The current Don of one of the oldest mafia families in Italy.And, for the last two years, my lover."Elena?" Lorenzo looked at me in shock. "What is this?"I looked at him calmly. "We've been divorced for a long time, Lorenzo."I paused. "It’s normal for me to move on. After all, you moved on long before our marriage was even over."Matteo t

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