The Mad Donna He Never Really Married のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

In my third year as Don Enzo’s wife, and my third year deemed insane, I discovered the name on his marriage certificate wasn’t mine. It belonged to his so-called adopted sister.While Enzo gloated, he had no idea I had already pulled the financial backing I brought to the marriage, or that I had sent a message to my brother.What he didn't know was that three days ago, my mind had fully recovered.I tossed the box of antacids into the roaring fireplace. My maid, Sofia, steadied my arm and walked me back to the main house.Three days ago, the best doctor in Solaria secretly flew in to administer the final antidote. I could think and perceive everything perfectly now.The doctor advised me to wear a black silk veil for a few more days to prevent sensory overload. The black veil became my best disguise.Just as I stepped into the grand hall, Enzo approached, trailing the faint scent of gunpowder and cigars.He grabbed my wrist. “Stella, what are you doing in the front hall alone? Where ar

A few days later, it was time for the Valenti family’s grandest event, the Saint’s Festival banquet.The capos of every major family in the city and Enzo’s mafia allies all gathered in the casino’s main hall.Accompanied by Sofia, I walked slowly into the glittering, opulent ballroom.The moment I stepped through the doors, the raucous celebration came to a dead halt.A mafia boss from the South District sneered through a cloud of cigar smoke. “So this is Enzo’s crazy Solarian trophy?”Enzo’s voice, unconcerned, drifted over. “Watch your mouth, my friend.”The boss roared with laughter. “Did I say something wrong?”“An outsider is an outsider. No matter how rich her family is, they’re just new money from some backwater port. All the designer clothes in the world can’t hide the stink of it.”“And she’s always wearing that black veil, trying to hide her crazy stare with all that drama.”Sofia was trembling with rage, her hand moving to her gun, but I placed my hand on hers to stop her.C

“Enzo, I may have been mentally broken, but I was never a fool.”Signed: Stella.Lying next to it was a copy of the marriage certificate bearing Clara’s name, the one he had hidden in his secret vault.The hand holding the paper began to tremble violently.A cold wind blew in through the open window, sweeping the worthless paper onto the marble floor.Just then, one of the family’s top lieutenants stumbled into the room, collapsing to his knees, his voice strained.“Don! It’s a disaster! The family’s accountants and bookkeepers, they’re gone! All our secret accounts are frozen! And the armory has been cleared out!”A loud ringing filled Enzo’s head, as if he had been shot.His ears buzzed.“What did you say? Say it again!” He grabbed the man’s collar and hauled him to his feet.The capo was sweating profusely, his teeth chattering in fear.“Don, the Donna… she drained the family’s liquid assets! The casinos, docks, artworks, everything bought with her money. She didn’t even leave a pai

I stared at Enzo’s face, twisted by extreme panic and rage.“Does Don Enzo really believe that asking me to come back is some great act of mercy?”I walked to the leather sofa in the center of the gallery and sat down, picking up a glass of strong bourbon.“Unfortunately for you, I’m not interested in such a pathetic favor.”“You!” Enzo took a threatening step forward. “Stella, don’t you forget, I am your husband!”“Husband?” I slammed the crystal glass down on the marble table. “Enzo, have you forgotten whose name is on the marriage certificate in the City Hall archives?”Enzo’s face paled.“That was a political move to solidify my power! I swore a blood oath to give you the grandest wedding a Donna could ever have!”“You know your family could give me financial support, but you’re still just a merchant’s daughter from some backwater town. You’re not inner circle. I had to deal with the old guard here. Secretly marrying Clara, the illegitimate daughter of the Russo family, was the onl

A month later. Veria City Maximum Security Prison.The visitation room reeked of disinfectant and despair.Enzo, wearing a glaring orange jumpsuit, sat behind the glass window, his face unshaven.For the past month, he had endured inhuman torment. The rivals whose turf he stole had bribed the guards, and they made his life a living hell.The evidence against him was irrefutable, his concurrent sentences set in stone.The court had already ruled in the first hearing. All Valenti assets seized. Three consecutive life sentences.The heavy iron door opened. A guard shoved him roughly into the visitation chair.A pair of stiletto heels, encrusted with tiny diamonds, came into his view.Enzo slowly lifted his head and saw me.I wore a black trench coat, looking down on him as if he were a stray dog.“Stella…” A flicker of hope ignited in Enzo’s dull eyes. He scrambled to the glass.“You came to see me? Does this mean you’ve forgiven me?!”He snatched the receiver, his voice desperate and ple