Todos los capítulos de Betray Me, and You’re Dead: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

After hanging up on Uncle Rocco, I stared at the dazzling silhouettes of that so-called family of three in the square in Palermo. A cold smile curled at the corner of my lips.Once, I had truly believed I would be the only woman in his life. I was the Principessa of the Corleone mafia family. Growing up, I got whatever I wanted. If I asked for the wind, I was given a storm. Yet, for Luca, I put away every sharp edge I had. I folded my pride, softened my temper, and became a wife who stayed home and waited for him to return.I dreamed of children. I dreamed of growing old together. I dreamed of a house with just the two of us, together three meals a day, and all through the changing seasons. However, only after seeing that scene with my own eyes did I realize that six years of devotion were all a joke.My father, Antonio Corleone, was a man the entire New York underworld respectfully called “Godfather.” He built the Corleone empire from nothing. Every dock, every port, and every prim

Sophia was even more impatient than I had imagined. Once her money was cut off, she actually smuggled herself and the child into New York.Luca hid them in an old apartment in Brooklyn. It was a rundown place he had bought years ago, back before he married into the Corleone family and when he was still nobody.“Victoria, I’ve got an important business dinner tonight. I won’t be home.” He adjusted his tie in front of the mirror as he lied, not daring to meet my eyes.In the past, I would’ve reminded him to drink less and to come home early. Now, I just found it laughable.I stepped forward and straightened his collar for him, my fingers brushing over his carotid artery. Beneath my fingertips, his pulse beat steady and strong. However, I knew that his heart no longer belonged to me.“Go ahead,” I said evenly. “Don’t drink too much.”The moment he walked out the door, I changed into a long black trench coat. The dark fabric wrapped around me, sealing in every trace of emotion. Uncle

The basement of the Corleone family estate was cold and damp. That was where my father used to deal with traitors. Now, Luca, Sophia, and Antonio were tied to three separate chairs under the dim lights.Antonio’s voice was already hoarse from crying. Sophia, having lost too much blood, was barely conscious. Her head drooped to one side, her breathing shallow.Only Luca was still talking.“Victoria, I was deceived. I’m a victim too. I didn’t know she was so vicious. Forgive me. Let’s start over.” He looked at me with pleading eyes and said, “We had six years together. I love you.”The moment he said that, all those memories came rushing back—the poisoned milk, the injections, the prayers, and the quiet despair.“Love?” I stepped closer, holding up the bottle of my so-called vitamins that he gave me every single night.Inside were tablets laced with massive doses of mifepristone and lead powder.“Taken long-term, this causes infertility,” I said evenly. “It also leads to nerve dam

The funeral drew every major name in the underworld. Everyone came in tailored black suits, their faces solemn, except me. Beneath my black trench coat, I wore a dress the color of fresh blood. Whispers followed me as I walked past the crowd, commenting that I had no sense of decorum. However, I didn’t care. This wasn’t just a funeral. It was my coronation.I stood before the headstone and watched as the massive black walnut coffin was slowly lowered into the ground. Inside that coffin wasn’t just Luca. Buried with him were six years of my youth and a love I had once been foolish enough to believe in.“My condolences, Victoria.”The familiar voice came from behind me. It was Michael, the eldest son of another Mafia family. Once upon a time, he had pursued me openly and shamelessly.When he saw my red dress, the corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk.“It suits you,” he said. “Like a poppy blooming on a grave.”I turned around, removed my sunglasses, and met his eyes directly.