Semua Bab The Don's Ex-Wife Became a Legend: Bab 1 - Bab 8

When Vincent called me back, the news about Isabella Corleone's miscarriage had already been splashed across the New York Post for a whole night."What new stunt is this?" His tone was dismissive. "You've tried crying and throwing fits, so now you're using a baby to get my attention?"I gripped the edge of the sink, saying nothing."I know you love me too much, that's why you're like this." He sighed, his voice softening slightly. "But no matter how upset you are, you shouldn't joke about a child."He paused, then continued, "Photos of me and Lena at that event got out. She just signed on for a new reality show—her career can't afford any scandals. Just let her use your buzz to deflect attention for a bit. In a few days, I'll take you to Sicily."Without waiting for my answer, he hung up.I steadied myself against the sink. In the mirror, my heavily made-up face was still deathly pale, slowly twisting into a bitter smile.On the trending list, the headline about Vincent and Lena enteri

When I woke up back then, Vincent was keeping watch by my bedside. Those eyes of his, so accustomed to slaughter and plunder, were now webbed with fine, red streaks of exhaustion."The doctor said you're four months pregnant." He placed his hand gently over my lower abdomen, his voice carrying a tremor that bordered on the sacred. "This is the true heir to the Corleone family. How could you be so careless? You didn't even realize you were pregnant.""It's a blessing you fainted right next to the hospital. The injuries weren't severe, otherwise... I don't know what I would have done." His eyes reddened slightly. "Don't worry. I'll be a good father. I'll take care of you both."In that moment, I almost fell for the illusion: that this mafia tyrant had truly turned over a new leaf for the sake of this unborn life.In the days that followed, he actually began a surreal transformation. He tossed all his Cuban cigars into the shredder and locked his sidearm and those shadow ledgers away. The

He clutched that thin miscarriage report, his fingertips trembling so badly he could barely hold it. "No... impossible..."He threw aside the report and rushed out frantically. He nearly turned the entire city upside down, but couldn't find a trace of her. In the end, all he could do was drown his sorrows in alcohol.At three in the morning, Vincent returned to the estate reeking of booze, collapsing onto the marble floor of the parlor like a hollowed-out shell.Lena rushed over to care for him, crouching beside him and consoling him softly. "Vincent, don't be like this. Isabella's just trying to force you to give in. She'll come back in a few days."Vincent didn't respond. He just stared blankly at a spot on the floor, his eyes frighteningly vacant.Suddenly, Lena's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, her expression shifting slightly, and stood to move to the adjacent sitting room.What she didn't know was that the sitting room wasn't soundproof."I was the one who drugged him a

That voice was too familiar—so familiar that even after three years, I recognized it in a single second.It was Vincent.I turned my head, my expression flickering with a touch of surprise.He had changed; he changed so much I almost didn't recognize him. The invincible tyrant from three years ago was gone. The man before me was gaunt, his cheeks sunken, and beneath his once-piercing eyes lay a deathly, bruised darkness. His bespoke suit hung limply on his frame, making him look like a vagrant wandering through an old dream.He was clutching a bouquet of flowers with a white-knuckled grip."Isabella..." he began, his voice trembling. "I've searched for you for three years... I finally found you.""Vincent, you're blocking my car door," I said flatly.He flinched as if stung by my words. He held up the roses, his eyes filled with a humility that bordered on begging. "I'm sorry... The business with the baby, the St. Regis Hotel—I've cleared it all up. I've dealt with Lena, and I've liqui