All Chapters of The Don's Unsent Letters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I collapsed onto the pile of letters, tears splashing across the papers, smudging the ink, yet I could still recognize the handwriting.It belonged to Lorenzo Bartoli, my husband.His every word was soaked with tenderness.[My dearest Sofia, I'm going to propose to Vittoria tomorrow.[I know it's selfish of me. I know it's unfair to you, but Vittoria… She's too fragile. In this dog-eat-dog world, she can't survive. She needs me.[You, on the other hand, Sofia, you will always be my soulmate. My best Consigliere. A comrade that I can trust with my back.[If there ever is a next life, I will marry you.]There was a stain at the bottom of the page that looked like teardrops.I once thought that I had hit the jackpot by marrying Lorenzo. I once thought that his protectiveness of me was because of love.I never thought that it was nothing more than charity. It was so noble, yet so cruel.I bent down and started to dry heave. The child in me seemed to have gotten a fright as an e

After that, Lorenzo's attitude toward Sofia had a subtle but unmistakable change. Whenever Sofia objected to his decisions, he would often listen to her quietly.Sometimes, he would even give in to her excessively as he teased, "Yes, you're right, Lady Consigliere."The day I got pregnant, Sofia cried once more. She got herself rather drunk on whisky that night, sobbing while drinking.She said, "Vittoria, I'm really happy that you're about to become a mother…"She trailed off before saying, "I don't think I'll ever get married in this life. Your child will be mine too, in the future…"She was so drunk she could barely finish her sentence, but at that time, I thought that she was just happy for me.It was Lorenzo who took her home. He was gone for a long time.When he came home, his eyes were a little reddened. The corner of his lip was split. He said that the stairs were too dark, and that he accidentally bumped into a wall.Sofia was not a person who cried a lot, but whenever

I hung up the call.Then, I stood up and gently tiptoed on the carpet barefoot, not making a single sound. I found my old canvas bag. It was the last gift that my parents ever gave to me. I stuffed a few changes of underwear in it, a faded photo of my parents, and the linguistics certificate that had gathered dust for years.That was the sum of the entire 20 years of life.When I passed by the nightstand, I saw Lorenzo's pistol. He had once taught me how to use it, how to switch off the safety and how to aim steady.He had said, "Vittoria, this gun is to protect your life."At that moment, I thought that it was love. I finally understood that he only gave me the gun because he could not give me a sense of security.I pulled out a sheet of paper from the drawer.There were no hysterical complaints nor painful goodbyes. I merely placed the red ruby ring, the symbol of the Donna's status, on top of the paper to hold it down.I wrote on the paper.[I'm divorcing you.]Then, I

At night, the auction hall gleamed with gold and splendor.That was the pinnacle of the city's vanity fair. It was also a stage where all mafia families came to flaunt their wealth and influence.I entered wearing a fiery red backless gown with my arm hooked around Valentino's.That was the first time I wore red.In the past, Lorenzo would always say that red was too much of a show off for a Donna, so I stuck to wearing white for the past 20 years without so much as a complaint.That night, I was going to be myself again.The moment I entered, I spotted Lorenzo in the crowd. He was in a custom-made tailored suit, with a champagne flute in his hand, talking to someone.Next to him, naturally, was Sofia.Lorenzo seemed to sense something and suddenly looked around. When he saw my arm around Valentino's, the champagne flute in his hand cracked with a thud.Champagne splashed everywhere, but he still did not care."Vittoria…"Lorenzo waded through the crowd and strode over.Sof

The acquisition went unnaturally smooth.Valentino's power was at its peak, while Lorenzo's family stood on the brink of collapse. To keep cash flowing, Lorenzo had no choice but to cut away what he loved most.He just did not expect that I was the buyer behind all this.The signing ceremony was set at the site of the abandoned church.Dark clouds pressed low. Wind swept fallen leaves across the ground. It reminded me of the afternoon my parents died.Lorenzo looked hollowed out. His eyes sunken in, his face unshaven. He looked visibly thinner.Sofia followed behind him with a huge baby bump. Her eyes were shifty.When Lorenzo saw that it was me sitting at the main seat, he suddenly stopped in his tracks."Vittoria…"Lorenzo called out to me croakily. His eyes glimmered with hope."Is that really you? You bought this land to help me, right? I knew you still cared for me and the family."He was about to rush over, but the bodyguards stopped him.I carefully went through the