All Chapters of The Don's 99 Betrayals: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

"Gently, Caro."The moment the encrypted video call connected, the sound came through before the picture—Lorenzo’s signature deep voice, raspy with the aftermath of lust.The camera shook. In a fleeting glimpse, I saw his bare upper body, covered in totem tattoos, leaning against a velvet headboard. A lock of long, chestnut hair was tangled around his muscular waist.My throat felt like it had been scorched by gunpowder. I asked, trembling, "Lorenzo, where are you?"The next second, the signal was cut.It took half an hour for him to call back.Lorenzo was fully dressed now in an expensive, hand-tailored suit. He was sitting on a hotel terrace in Sicily, swirling whiskey in a glass, his expression impeccably calm."Elena, I’m at the safe house. The TV was on, the volume was too loud.""I’m bringing the diamond back to New York tomorrow. Ti amo. Happy seventh anniversary."Under the Mediterranean sun, the red diamond in his palm refracted a dazzling, blood-colored light.On the TV scree

Chapter 2

I recognized her.Sofia. Six years ago, she was Lorenzo’s personal assistant—and the "contributor" of the first pink diamond necklace in my cabinet.After I caught them in bed back then, I used family law to have her exiled.I thought they had cut ties completely after that.Sofia backed away in terror, inching behind Lorenzo like a little white rabbit seeking protection. "Mrs. Elena, how did you find this place...""I’m here to take my husband home."I stared expressionlessly at her beautiful chestnut hair.My gaze traveled down, landing on her neck—on the red diamond that was supposed to belong to me, the one representing Lorenzo’s "true heart."The thought of what they did in that hotel in Sicily yesterday made my heart feel like it was swallowing razor blades. It hurt so much I trembled.Lorenzo finally reacted. That face, usually unshakable even if a mountain collapsed before him, showed a rare panic.He shot up, ripping the red diamond off Sofia’s neck.He stepped forward quickly

Chapter 3

"Divorce?"Lorenzo looked stunned, completely caught off guard.In a traditional Mafia family, divorce isn’t just a taboo; it’s a humiliation. Unless one party ends up in a casket, the marriage contract is ironclad.Lorenzo’s face went pale, his eyes instantly turning ferocious. He growled low in his throat, "Impossible! Elena, unless I die, you are a Moretti forever!"Suddenly, he rushed over. Ignoring my struggles, he dragged me by the arm, shoved me into a room, and slammed the door shut.The moment the door closed, I heard the heavy sound of the lock clicking from the outside.That shove sent a sharp spike of agony through my already aching lower abdomen.I thought about the fall I just took, and then I thought about the baby in my belly. Terror drowned me in an instant.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice as I begged him, "Lorenzo, my stomach hurts. I won’t fight with you anymore. Just take me to the hospital first, okay? Please."Through the heavy solid wood door, his

Chapter 4

When I woke up, I was in a VIP suite at St. Mary’s Hospital.The doctor told me I had been in a coma for four days.The baby didn't make it.My right arm had multiple fractures from smashing the glass and needed to be in a cast for three months. I had over thirty stitched wounds on my body.I didn't care about the other injuries.The only thing that turned my heart into dead ash was the loss of the child—the one that had reignited hope for this dark marriage.Originally, I had fantasized about telling Lorenzo I was pregnant on our seventh anniversary. I wondered what kind of surprised expression the arrogant, untouchable Don would make.Now, none of that was necessary.Good.He already had an heir with someone else; why would he care about the unformed life between us?Ignoring the objections of the doctors and bodyguards, I demanded my discharge papers.I hadn’t even walked out of the hospital gates when I received a call from Lorenzo.I thought that after seeing the wreckage of the r

Chapter 5

Long Island, The Moretti Estate.When Lorenzo stepped into the grand hall, he was followed by a meek and submissive-looking Sofia, and that smug, cocky little boy, Leo.In his suit pocket sat that blood-red diamond.In his twisted logic, as long as the diamond was big enough, and as long as he lowered himself to say a few sweet words, I would eventually accept his kiss with teary eyes, just like I had for the past seven years.However, it wasn't a docile wife that welcomed him, but a dead silence."Elena! Get out here! Apologize to the kid, and we can put this whole mess behind us!" Lorenzo roared impatiently. His voice echoed through the empty hall, receiving not a single response.Gary, the family Consigliere, walked down from the second floor, his face pale. He was gripping a freshly opened package, his hands trembling so hard he could barely hold the contents."Boss... The Madam isn't here," Gary’s voice was terribly hoarse."Where did she go? Running back to the Capellos to cry ab

Chapter 6

When Lorenzo appeared before Sofia again, his eyes held no trace of human emotion, only a bone-chilling dead silence.Sofia tried to approach him, attempting to put on her mask of "frailty," but Lorenzo suddenly shot his hand out, clamping it tightly around her throat. The force was so brutal that one could almost hear the bones groaning under the strain."Did you think I kept you around because of love?"Lorenzo leaned close to her ear, his tone colder than the deep winter winds of Sicily."My wife is, and will always be, Elena. My love is only for her. As for you, you are nothing but a venomous insect soaked in poison, fit only to live in the dark swamps."He threw her to the ground like a piece of rotting trash.He didn't kill her.In the Mafia's rulebook, sometimes living is more like hell than dying.He ordered that Leo be stripped of every privilege attached to the name "Moretti." He had the mother and son dumped directly into the filthiest, most chaotic slum on the border and is

Chapter 7

I was preparing to head to London. Just as my Rolls-Royce was about to pass the final checkpoint into the VIP hangar, a battered black Saab, completely out of place here, suddenly cut across the road, blocking the way.The screech of brakes tore through the rainy night."Madam, someone's blocking the car." The bodyguard’s hand was already on the grip of the gun at his waist, his eyes cold and sharp.I put down the tablet in my hand and looked out through the rain-blurred window. The figure blocking the car was tall but stooped.It was Lorenzo. He had chased me here.He brought no bodyguards. He stood there pathetically in the rain, wearing only a soaked white shirt.I was silent for a moment before rolling down the window."Mr. Moretti, do you have anything else to say? My time is expensive." My voice was cold, without a single ripple of emotion.Lorenzo snapped his head up. He stumbled a step forward, only to have my bodyguard press the muzzle of a gun against his chest."Elena..."He

Chapter 8

He wasn't the kind of man who tucked a Beretta into his waistband or came home late at night smelling of blood.Arthur was top-tier British legal elite, born into old money, with a temperament as gentle as jade.The love he gave me was never the suffocating possession Lorenzo offered. It was a hot cup of coffee in the morning and a cashmere blanket draped over my shoulders when I worked late into the night.But Lorenzo didn't disappear like I imagined he would.He tried to bribe my bodyguards, tried to ruin every date I had with Arthur, and once, in a drunken frenzy, even attempted to orchestrate a kidnapping just to lock me back in his cage.I retaliated by activating the deep-cover assets I had buried long ago. I threw every piece of hard evidence regarding the Moretti family’s collusion with politicians and cross-border money laundering right at the FBI and "The Commission."One rainy night, in a dark, damp alley in London.Lorenzo blocked our path. His hair was a mess, looking like

Chapter 9

"For a very long time, I thought love was a never-ending transaction. But today, I am lucky enough to have met someone who allows me to trust the world again, to breathe free air again."I turned to look at Arthur. My eyes were hot with tears, but my smile was incredibly bright.Applause thundered through the venue. My father and brothers stood in the front row, smiling proudly as the brightest jewel of the Capello family was reborn.In the laws of the Mafia, the perfect revenge is never a bullet; it’s living ten thousand times better than the person who tried to destroy you.Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.In a cheap dive bar in Brooklyn, New York, the lights were dim, and the air reeked of cheap bourbon and stale vomit.Lorenzo Moretti sat in the shadows, unshaven and disheveled. The hands that once made all of New York tremble were now shaking as they clutched a crumpled briefing paper.It was a copy of the "Kill Order" issued from within the Moretti family. And he, the f

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