All Chapters of The Godfather's Bloodline: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Marco Rossi's face darkened. He clearly had not expected that reaction from me.Beneath his white dress shirt, the heavy muscles across his chest and shoulders tightened instantly."Lucia Romano, do you think you're worthy of invoking the Godfather?"He reached out, trying to seize my chin and force me to look up at him.I turned sideways and avoided him.His hand froze midair. The shock in his eyes quickly hardened into anger, his predatory gaze sliding across my lips and down my neck."You filthy little puppet. You need to learn what respect means. Don't forget who broke that body of yours in."Mia Moretti immediately wrapped herself around his arm, pressing her entire body against him. "Baby, don't be angry. Lucia definitely didn't mean it. She's just upset. She's jealous I'm carrying your child, so she dragged the Godfather into it."Her voice was sweet and syrupy, but every word carried a sharp, poisonous barb.Marco chuckled softly, clearly pleased with Mia's tact. He pu

Marco froze for a moment, then let out a scornful laugh. Without even looking, he casually knocked the ring from my hand. "Just like you. A cheap fake that doesn't belong on any stage."Right after that, he spat in my face. "Take this filth downstairs!"The basement was cold and damp. I was shoved onto the carpet.Marco walked in, Mia following behind him. He poured himself a glass of yellow liqueur and sat down on the sofa in the center of the room. His legs crossed, like a judge passing sentence, he looked at me with cold indifference.Mia stood before me, one hand on her belly, looking down at me from above. "Lucia, you really are a cheap tool. Marco doesn't even want you anymore, and you're still out here lying and trying to fool people."Her face was filled with the smug pride and contempt of a victor. "The Godfather's child? Why not just say you're pregnant with God's son?"Marco did nothing to stop her. He seemed to enjoy watching Mia humiliate me.I pushed myself up from

Lorenzo stormed in with several of the Godfather's made men behind him. His face was ashen.When Marco saw Lorenzo, he frowned, his tone displeased. "Lorenzo, this is my place. Who permitted you to break in? You're being extremely disrespectful."Lorenzo ignored him. His gaze swept rapidly across the room.Finally, it landed on me, convulsing on the bed. He looked as if he had been struck by lightning. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes turned instantly cold."You arrived at the right time. Saves me a trip at eight tonight." Marco handed Lorenzo a Havana cigar and pointed at me as he explained, "This woman betrayed me and dared to lie about carrying the Godfather's blood to smear his name. I'm just cleaning house. Protecting the honor of the Family."Lorenzo knocked the cigar out of Marco's hand and stared at him. He spoke word by word, his voice sounding as if it came from the depths of hell, "Cleaning house? Marco, you hopeless fool."Marco lifted a brow, glancing a

One week later, the Godfather returned. Don Vincenzo Rosato had cut short his trip to Mexico.A black Maserati glided silently into the estate, like a massive whale slipping into the deep sea. It was silent, yet powerful enough to make the entire ocean tremble.I stood by the window of the second-floor study, watching the car come to a stop in front of the main house.Lorenzo personally stepped forward to open the door for him.A figure emerged. He wore a simple black cashmere overcoat over a perfectly tailored dark suit. His hair was combed back without a single strand out of place. Time had carved authority into his face, not age.He was Don Vincenzo Rosato, master of this Family and my lover.A few hours later, the summons for judgment was issued.Marco was escorted to the door of Don Vincenzo's study. His beard was unshaven. His white shirt was wrinkled like a crumpled rag. His body trembled like an old dog waiting to be shot by its master.The oak doors of the study were s

Under the cover of night, Marco was escorted back to the main estate.The final tribunal was ready. Don Vincenzo Rosato sat behind the massive redwood desk, his expression calm as still water.Lorenzo, the Family's Consigliere and attorney, stood to the side with his hands clasped, his gaze cold.This time, I was no longer a spectator. I stood beside Don Vincenzo, almost level with him.Marco lifted his head with difficulty, a final flicker of hope flashing in his eyes. He struggled, not to look at Don Vincenzo but at me. His voice was hoarse as he begged."Lucia… Lucia… for the sake of what we once had… I know I was wrong… tell them to release me… I swear I'll disappear. I'll go far away…"Fear filled his voice. Every word trembled.I shook my head slowly, my tone flat and without emotion. "Marco, forgiveness is God's mercy."I paused, and with each word, closed the final chapter between us. "And I am only responsible for sending you to God."The last of Marco's illusions sha