The Don Lost His Love의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 7

"Elena, are you sure about this? Once you join this international medical research project, everything about you in New York will be wiped clean for security reasons. Damian won’t be able to find you as long as he lives.""I’m sure."When I got home, Damian had just stepped out of the kitchen.His cooking was world-class, but as the most powerful man in Manhattan, he had never lifted a finger to cook for me—not once."Back this late?" He walked over, reaching out to ruffle my hair out of habit.I shifted to the side, dodging his touch, and walked straight into the master bedroom. There was Sophia, draped in my silk robe, lying grandly in our marriage bed.Seeing me, Sophia flashed a weak, fragile smile."Elena, the doctor said I can't handle the cold. Damian said this room has the best climate control, so he let me stay here for a bit. You... you wouldn't hold a grudge against a dying woman, would you?"Damian walked in, his voice carrying a trace of blatant favoritism he didn't even t

I gave a calm nod. "Fine."Damian actually froze.He had a whole speech prepared to talk me down, probably even planned to offer me a seaside villa as a bribe for my silence, but my total compliance left him with a strange sense of emptiness.He made a move to get out and hug me, but Sophia tugged on his sleeve, whispering about a pain in her chest.Damian could only offer me an apologetic smile."Elena, you’re the best. When I get back, I’ve got a real surprise for you."I didn't argue.Surprise or shock—it didn't mean a damn thing to me anymore.I watched the silhouette of the Rolls-Royce fade into the distance, then turned to my mentor."Don't wait until the day after tomorrow. If you can swing it, I want to leave tomorrow."When work ended, Damian did something unprecedented—he showed up himself to pick me up.The moment I got in, he handed me a sleek thermos, claiming he’d had a specialist brew some medicinal soup just for me.Just as the words left his mouth, his phone lit up on

Sophia didn't last a week in the cellar before she completely lost her mind.Without the fine dining and the expensive supplements, she spent her days huddled in a moldy corner, muttering to the walls. She looped through the same pathetic lies—one minute crying for Damian to hold her, the next screaming that I was standing over her, clutching a dead infant and reaching for her throat.Damian went to see her one last time.He stood behind the iron bars, looking at the woman he once prioritized over his own soul. There wasn't a spark of pity in his eyes—only a bottomless pit of loathing and exhaustion.When Sophia lunged forward to grab his hem, he recoiled as if stepping away from a pile of rotting trash.He ordered the cellar door welded shut, leaving only a tiny slot for scraps."Since you love acting so much, you can perform for the shadows for the rest of your life."Those were the last words he ever spoke to her, cold as a funeral eulogy.With Sophia dealt with, Damian became a lit

Damian didn't stop. If anything, my cold indifference only made him more obsessed.He’d wait at the end of the hall after a ten-hour symposium just to offer me a container of warm comfort food from back home. He used his remaining fortune to anonymously donate the most advanced precision instruments to my lab, scrubbing his name from the records just so he could catch a glimpse of me during the equipment inspection.I met every one of his paranoid advances with strictly professional distance. I didn't even waste a glance on him. To me, he was just a stranger trying to patch a hole in a sinking ship that had already hit the bottom of the Atlantic. The scars from that New York rainstorm had hardened into armor he couldn't pierce.Then, I met Cyril.Cyril was a prominent Italian Don, but he was nothing like Damian. Where Damian was all shadow and control, Cyril was elegance and grace. Most importantly, he had a profound respect for my work. We met during a cross-border medical relief proj