บททั้งหมดของ Gone Rose, Mafia’s Regret: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

For the past three years, to please his picky Sicilian mother, I’d cowered in the kitchen like a cheap maid, learning every complicated Sicilian dish.But the food I poured my heart into only earned a single comment from his mother: "Not as good as the takeout Bianca orders.""Just running some errands," I said faintly.A flicker of strangeness passed through Enzo's mind.The old me would never have spoken to him in such a cold tone. But he didn't think much of it, just following up with, "What errands?""Personal stuff."I refused to leak my plan to leave him. I turned to walk away.But Bianca grabbed me. "Elena, Enzo bought out a whole theater on Broadway. Come watch with us! It'd be a waste if you don't."A simple sentence, but it made me freeze instantly.I suddenly remembered hearing him on the phone in front of me, ordering his men to book the theater. Back then, I thought he was arranging it specifically for me. I was so excited I couldn't sleep all night.Turns out, I was just

"I came to see Luca, too." She was carrying expensive offerings, her face wearing a mask of perfectly measured grief.I looked at the simple white flowers in my hand and smiled self-deprecatingly.Enzo's money all went to her; of course she could afford the best.After paying respects, Enzo went to get the car.Bianca's face changed instantly. She sneered, "Why do you think Enzo comes with you every year? Guilt. Because Luca died for him, and he was forced to marry you—his baggage.""Three years as Mrs. Moretti and you still haven't warmed his heart? Pathetic."I gripped the flowers tight and turned to leave, but she suddenly reached out to grab my wrist.I dodged sideways.Because she had used too much force and missed, she stumbled and knocked over a funeral urn that was being interred nearby.The sound of shattering porcelain was piercing."What the hell are you doing!" A middle-aged man in a black suit rushed over, followed by several fierce-looking associates. He stared at the ash

"I installed a hidden camera in front of my father's tombstone to prevent theft, but it just happened to capture the whole sequence of events."Marino stepped closer, lowering his voice, his tone dripping with schadenfreude. "Enzo, everyone in Little Italy knows you're a smart man. But I never expected you to be played like a fiddle by a woman, to the point of breaking your own wife with your own hands. Tsk, tsk. What a joke."Marino laughed loudly as he led his men away, leaving Enzo standing alone in the biting late autumn wind, his fingertips digging hard into the cold USB drive.He immediately got back into his car and opened his laptop with trembling hands.On the screen, the footage from the cemetery was a bit grainy, but clear enough to see everything.In the video, Elena was clutching the white chrysanthemums, turning to leave. Bianca suddenly rushed after her, reaching out to grab Elena's wrist violently.In that split second, as if sensing something, Elena calmly took a small

In the mirror, large patches of her hair had been ripped out, revealing a bruised purple scalp. Her once-proud, delicate skin was now covered in black circular burns from cigarettes and various hideous scars.This was all Enzo's masterpiece.He rarely came home, spending most of his time at the house he once shared with Elena.But every time he did return, he found new ways to torture her, forcing her to repent to him, reducing her to this ghostly, subhuman state.Bianca smashed the mirror with a vase, then frantically rummaged through a drawer, pulling out a stack of developed photos.The photos showed her kissing a young, handsome private bodyguard.trembling, she picked up the phone and dialed a number, begging, "I really can't take his torture anymore... I'm begging you, please save me..."The person on the other end agreed. "Do it. Tonight. Stage an accident and make Enzo Moretti disappear for good."The Moretti Family Rebuilding Gala.This ceremony was supposed to be the moment E

I stopped walking and slowly turned around.The sunlight made me squint slightly. The man before me was no longer the Moretti Underboss who managed everything for the Don in Little Italy, always dressed in bespoke suits.He was unshaven, his eyes filled with dark red veins. His once-crisp shirt clung to him, wrinkled and messy, radiating the desperate aura of a man at the end of his rope.Those eyes, which used to be filled with indifference and disgust, were now staring dead at me, churning with a pleading look that bordered on insanity."Sir," I spoke calmly, my voice like a stone dropped into icy water, creating no ripples. "You have the wrong person. I am a CIA Senior Analyst, codename Winter.""No... you are Elena. Your eyes, the way you speak... even with short hair, I'd recognize you." Enzo tried to rush forward but was pinned down hard by two expressionless guards.He struggled like a trapped animal. "I found out. I found out everything! That bitch Bianca is dead. I skinned the