Semua Bab My Mafia Fiancé Cheats; I Buy the Club: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"Give me 15 minutes. I'll be right downstairs."I hung up and walked into the dressing room. The gown I'd carefully custom-made for Vincenzo Rossi hung there quietly.I remembered when we'd ordered it. Vincenzo had waved it off, saying, "It's just New Year's Eve. No need to make such a big deal."At the time, I thought he was being considerate. Now I understood he'd found me a nuisance.The woman in the mirror had delicate features, but her eyes were hollow.The doorbell rang right on time. I opened the door to find two men standing tall outside, both in perfectly tailored black suits, their demeanor cold and professional."Good evening, Signorina Gatti."I nodded and stepped aside to let them in. "Give me five minutes."I walked into the makeup room and applied the brightest red lipstick I owned."Let's go."Once I'd settled into the spacious back seat, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Vincenzo's sister, Valentina Rossi."Grazia, Vincenzo is handling family business t

When I got home, my phone was practically exploding. Missed calls and frantic messages from Vincenzo and Valentina flooded the screen.I put it on silent and tossed it into the corner of the couch like trash. I peeled off the gorgeous but freezing gown and changed into my most comfortable pajamas.I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself. My makeup was gone, leaving behind my pale face and exhaustion pooling beneath my eyes.I was nothing like the young woman from five years ago. That person had been vibrant, her face always glowing with happiness.I stood there for a long time. Then tears came without warning and rolled down to my lips, their saltiness spreading across my tongue.For Vincenzo, I'd given up my chance to study abroad. I'd abandoned a promising career. I'd stayed in Emaly for him, carving out a little haven for us in a world of guns and smoke.For five whole years, I'd poured everything I had into becoming a Rossi. I thought I'd be his everything. But it

The next day, I opened my eyes to find sunlight flooding the bedroom. My phone vibrated relentlessly on the pillow beside me.Vincenzo's name flashed across the screen. I hit the red decline button and got up, heading toward the walk-in closet.The front door slammed open violently from outside. Vincenzo stormed in, bringing a wave of cold fury with him."Grazia! You've got some nerve, hanging up on me!"He glared at me, eyes bloodshot and chest heaving. I ignored his roaring and continued packing the last of my work clothes into my suitcase."How long are you going to keep this up? I'm willing to let last night slide, so don't push it."Vincenzo blocked my path, his tone commanding and his brow furrowed tight. "As long as you get on your knees right now and apologize, I'll pretend you never mentioned breaking up."I stopped what I was doing and looked straight into those arrogant eyes of his. "Vincenzo, didn't you hear me clearly? I said we're done. Completely done."Vincenzo'

I pushed open the doors to the Rossi family conference room. My heels clicked sharply against the floor. At the head of the long table sat Don Luca Rossi, his expression dark as he clutched a stack of drafts covered in red annotations.Vincenzo kneeled on the floor. His body shook violently, and his once-straight spine crumpled.The family elders stood around him, pointing at the map on the table, showing their shrinking territory in the south. Spit practically flew into his face as they shouted.In the past 24 hours, the Rossi family had lost the core territory they'd spent three years building. I walked over and sat down beside the Don. An Abate family associate pulled out a chair for me.Don Rossi threw the stack of papers at Vincenzo's feet. "Every line of revision on these pages was written by Grazia's own hand, you fraud."The Don's voice was low and carried a bone-chilling menace. Vincenzo stared at the papers on the ground, his throat too dry to make a sound.I let out a

Rain poured down on the slum streets, and puddles of foul-smelling water pooled on the ground.Vincenzo huddled next to a pile of trash, wrapped in a filthy, tattered coat. His severed fingers had only been given basic bandaging. Now, they throbbed with excruciating pain.I sat in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, coldly watching the beggar on the side of the road. I rolled the window down and tossed a stack of flyers out.The flyers announced a citywide blacklist. Anyone who sheltered him would face retaliation from the Abate family.Vincenzo struggled to pick one up. When he read it, he froze completely.He stumbled to the entrance of the club he used to frequent. The woman he'd kissed on New Year's Eve stood at the door in heavy makeup, soliciting customers.Vincenzo grabbed onto her legs like she was his last hope. "Help me. Please, just give me some food."The woman looked down and recognized his face. She didn't hide her contempt. "Well, well. Isn't this the Rossi Capo?"