All Chapters of Why's the Don Crying After I Dumped Him?: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I barely slept that night, haunted by fragments of the past. Marco and I were in an arranged marriage. The Moretti Famiglia and the DeLuca Famiglia—one controlled the ports of Bellevue and the other ruled the casinos of Aethelgard. Thus, the alliance of these two Famiglias represented a reorganization of the entire eastern side of Arinthia's criminal underworld. I had hesitated about this engagement back then, as I knew that it was common for men in Mafia Famiglias to keep mistresses by their sides. Their wives would remain at home to raise the children, while they would be out carousing with mistresses, each side accepting their role without a word.Papa valued my input. He told me that I should consider this carefully before committing to it, saying that the Moretti Famiglia didn't need to pawn their daughters off in a marriage alliance to grow its influence.Marco had been the one to kneel before Papa, swearing solemnly. "Lina will be the only woman in my life, Don Moretti. I'

It was finally the day of the meeting, and every one of the five dominant Mafia Famiglias of Novaris' criminal underworld, also known as the Cinque Famiglias, was in attendance.Papa and Marco took their places at opposite ends of the long table, while I sat behind Papa, watching the proceedings in silence.Fiora was standing in a corner nearby. She was supposed to be in Lansport, but she was still lingering in Novaris. She looked at me with a mix of emotions, and her mouth twitched as if to speak, but she ultimately chose to remain silent.It was then that the meeting commenced.Marco held court at the table, outlining the proposed alliance between the Morettis and the DeLucas. He detailed the merger of their ports and casinos and the restructuring of shipping lanes of the eastern side of Arinthia, projecting annual revenue increases of 300 to 500 million dollars.Papa gave occasional, reserved nods, offering only a few brief comments. He suddenly rose from his seat just as they

Fiora appeared thinner than before, her high cheekbones casting shadows over deep-set eyes. She was dressed in a black turtleneck that contrasted with her increasingly pallid face."Have you no shame, Lina? Why are you still involved with Marco after calling off the engagement?" Fiora's voice was gravelly, her expression weary instead of the expected radiance.I immediately understood what was happening and looked at her with pure derision. I was no longer standing in their way, so all that drama—the pining, the pity, and the "final goodbyes"—lost its justification. "I don't like picking up trash that others have thrown away, Fiora. If you are so capable, then keep a tighter leash on your man."Flora's eyes went bloodshot with rage, her face twisting in fury. She tried to swing her hand to slap me, but someone grabbed her arm from behind in a vice-like grip."Is it that even just any random, insignificant person dares to act in Bellevue now?"I looked on as Vincenzo tossed Fiora

I was hurled onto the floor, struggling desperately as I tried to crawl back.Donna approached and assumed a crouching position to observe me. She was dressed in a Chanel outfit with her hair meticulously styled and a brand-new manicure. She appeared to be a socialite who had just finished playing bridge at the country club, but her eyes were devoid of warmth.She spoke in a very light tone, as if she were discussing a trivial matter. "You little tramp! You really thought you could wreck my son's Famiglia, huh? Did you think you could just walk out on the DeLuca Famiglia, Lina?"I looked her in the eye, feeling utterly incredulous. "Your son was the one who cheated on me first, Donna."Donna sneered. "You call that cheating? You ought to know that I was the one who told him before the wedding that it is normal for a man to have someone else on the outside. I mean, his father had nearly seven or eight mistresses, and I had never complained about it. "Who cares about a mere strippe

It was the third month since we settled in Nobilis. There were now two cats and one dog in our house, and the yard was filled with lemon trees and bougainvillea.I would wake up every morning to a view of the sea through my window.Papa went to the dock to fish every day. He would occasionally bring home a large grouper, which we would fry for dinner. Mamma grew vegetables in the backyard—tomatoes, basil, and chili peppers—picking a handful whenever she cooked pasta. They couldn't have been fresher.Vincenzo showed up during our fourth month in Nobilis. He had traded his suits for a white linen shirt, khakis, and canvas sneakers. He didn't look like a Don anymore; he just looked like a good-looking Ilyrian man. "I just happened to pass by, Lina. Is that coffee still on the table?"I lightly stepped aside and said, "Sure."He walked into the yard and settled into the wicker chair beneath the lemon tree. He took a sip of the coffee that I had brewed for him and poured it into one of