All Chapters of I'm Done With the Don Who Plays Favorites: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

Today marked the third anniversary of my marriage to Giorgio Vitoriano, the Don of the Vitoriano famiglia.I had personally prepared everything, and just as I was about to have dinner with Giorgio, the piercing ringtone rang out again. The name flashing across Giorgio's screen—"Lili"—was an unbearable eyesore to me.Liliana Vitoriano was the daughter of the former Don, Clemente Vitoriano. After Clemente passed away, he entrusted her to Giorgio, her adoptive older brother.Since then, no matter how big or small the matter was, Liliana would call Giorgio regardless of the occasion or time.Giorgio glanced at me for a moment. But in the end, he frowned and answered the incessantly ringing phone."I'm busy," he hissed."Gio, hurry and come to the Darkcrow Club! They're all ganging up on me! If you don't come…"Liliana's spoiled voice came from the other end of the line. It sounded as though she was still thinking of how to threaten him into coming.But the moment Giorgio heard the

Chapter 2

After returning to the villa, I went straight to the bedroom upstairs, intending to pack a few coats. But then, I discovered that the closet was filled with Liliana's clothes.I looked around the room and saw that Liliana's belongings were scattered everywhere. There was her lipstick on the nightstand, and the sexy nightgown casually tossed onto the bed. Every corner of the room carried traces of her presence. There were strands of her bold curls beside my pillow.For a moment, I couldn't even tell whose home this was. Giorgio had once promised that this home would forever belong to me. Only now did I realize that I had never truly belonged here.My heart clenched tightly as waves of dull pain slowly spread through me. My eyes reddened as I shoved clothes haphazardly into my suitcase.I dragged out the safe from beneath the bed. I had never opened it since we got married. Hence, a thick layer of dust had already gathered on its surface.I opened the door and, with trembling hands,

Chapter 3

Giorgio stood at the doorway, still wearing his black coat. The lingering irritation he had been suppressing ever since returning from the Darkcrow Club was evident from the faint frown on his face.I tightened my grip on the suitcase handle and met his gaze unflinchingly. "I'm leaving this place."He glanced at the suitcase by my feet and snapped as though he had finally run out of patience. "Bella, all this just because of that kiss tonight? I already told you. It was just a game!"Just a game. Just childish behavior. Just fooling around.Over the last seven years, Giorgio had always found countless excuses for Liliana and never held her accountable for anything.I looked at him and suddenly felt that even arguing was meaningless now."It's not because of tonight. It's because I finally realized that my presence is unnecessary in this household." I removed the family signet from my finger and placed it in front of him.Giorgio's gaze was trained on the signet instantly. It was

Chapter 4

The person standing outside the door was none other than Liliana. She held a large bouquet of white lilies in her arms, smiling brightly and innocently."Giorgio, I came to apologize to Bella," she chirped.The moment I saw the flowers, my breathing hitched.I was severely allergic to lily pollen. Giorgio knew that, which was why not a single white lily had appeared in this villa ever since we got married.But now, Liliana stood before me carrying them openly in her arms.Giorgio pulled a long face and asked sternly, "Who said you could bring those in here?"Liliana seemed to suddenly realize her mistake.She sounded aggrieved as she explained, "I didn't know. I just thought lilies complemented the romantic atmosphere of a wedding anniversary."Feigning ignorance, she took another deliberate step forward.The heavy scent of pollen rushed toward me. My throat tightened instantly, and my chest felt unbearably heavy.I gripped the edge of the table, my voice hoarse and constrict

Chapter 5

The intimacy in the living room continued.But the moment Liliana's hand touched Giorgio's belt, he snapped back to his senses.No! Liliana was someone he had always regarded as a younger sister. She wasn't me, and it was wrong for them to do something like this.Giorgio pushed Liliana away, rubbing his brow irritably. Without saying a word, he picked up his shirt and put it on, straightening the creases before heading right toward the bedroom.Liliana, who was still half reclining on the couch, started fuming in annoyance. "Where are you going, Gio? Don't tell me that after all this, you still want to go and check on that bitch."Giorgio stopped in his tracks and shot her a cold, warning glance over his shoulder.That glare stunned Liliana into silence for a moment. After recovering from her shock, she wrapped herself in a blanket unhappily and followed him to the bedroom door.Inside, the bed was neatly made, and I was nowhere to be seen. Even the beige shawl I had draped over

Chapter 6

"Pull up all the surveillance footage from tonight. The back door, the driveway, the dock. Don't miss a single frame," Giorgio ordered coldly.The tablet was quickly brought over by his Underboss, Franco Bianchi.On the screen, at 1:17 am, I dragged my suitcase out through the back door. I didn't alert anyone, nor did I look back. A black car waited at the end of the pier. The driver got out first, and then a tall man stepped out from the back seat and opened the car door for me.Giorgio stared at the hand resting on the car door. Veins bulged faintly on the back of the man's hand, and a silver eagle crest gleamed on his cuff.That definitely didn't belong to the Vitoriano famiglia.Franco's expression shifted slightly as he lowered his voice. "Don Vitoriano, that's the crest of the Rinaldi family."A cold light flashed through Giorgio's eyes as he asked, "Which Rinaldi?""Enzo Rinaldi." Franco swallowed hard. "The western port, the art shipping routes, and the southern coast ca

Chapter 7

That night, the finally complete Rinaldi family sat merrily in the dining hall of the manor.Padre sat at the head of the table. Matteo took the seat to my left, while Madre filled my plate with creamy mushrooms—the dish I had loved most as a child. But by then, I could barely remember its taste anymore.Everyone looked at me cautiously. They seemed to be afraid that if they startled me by being overly enthusiastic, I would somehow disappear again.I lowered my head and took a sip of the hot soup. My heart gradually filled up with a warmth that was both comforting and painfully bittersweet.I finally had a home.After dinner, Padre had all the information gathered over the years brought into the study. The thick stack of files included the police report from the year I had disappeared and clues tied to underground trafficking networks. There were also records of the Rinaldi family's search efforts that had stretched across nearly the entire West Coast over the years.The final

Chapter 8

Even the music in the grand hall stopped.Everyone's eyes fell on Giorgio as though they were watching an unexpected spectacle. Everyone on the West Coast knew that the new Don of the Vitoriano Famiglia was ruthless and had never once lost his composure in public.But now, he stood beneath the stage. He was looking up at the woman above him as though he had wagered away every last bit of his dignity.Matteo was the first to react. His expression darkened as he stepped forward, only to be gently stopped by me."I'll handle this," I said to him.Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked down from the stage. My heels clacked sharply against the marble floor. Each step sounded like a resolved shattering of the hesitation and compromise of the past seven years.I stopped in front of Giorgio and finally saw him clearly.A layer of stubble had grown on his jaw, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes. Even the cuffs that were always perfectly pressed had begun to wrinkle.He was stil

Chapter 9

I set down my glass and stared at him with a gaze so calm that it was almost cruel."You knew exactly what those tonics were for, and you still allowed me to take them for three years. Giorgio, pulling a trigger isn't the only way to hurt someone."Giorgio clenched his hands. The veins on the back of his hand stood out sharply.There was nothing he could say to refute me because that was the truth.At first, he had agreed to Clemente's condition only to secure his position. Later, the doctor told him the tonics merely reduced the chances of pregnancy temporarily and wouldn't harm me. He believed it, and silently accepted that arrangement.After that, he grew busier and got increasingly accustomed to me always waiting for him in the same place. So, he stopped questioning it altogether.Only tonight did he finally realize that what he had signed back then wasn't a temporary compromise. It was a slow but lethal blade, and every cut had landed on me.In a quiet voice, he said, "I'll

Chapter 10

By the evening of the third day, the Vitoriano manor was brightly lit.I made no attempt to avoid attention. Accompanied by Padre and Matteo, I entered the meeting hall right on time. The long table was filled with the core members of the Vitoriano famiglia, including several old elders who usually relied on seniority to throw their weight around.Giorgio had made this meeting formal enough.Just as I took my seat, the hurried clacking of high heels echoed from outside the hall.Liliana burst in wearing a white dress. She had obviously dressed up on purpose, and her eyes shone with excitement.She blurted, "Gio, you finally came to your senses, didn't you? I knew you would never really choose an outsider over—""Shut up," Giorgio cut her off.He sat at the head of the table. Without even looking at her, he simply motioned for Franco to place the documents before me."This is everything you asked for." His voice was steady but rough with exhaustion from a sleepless night. He w

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