The Mafia Heir Who Came Back from the Grave의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 8

My heart seized up, freezing me in place.Mia pushed Vincent away and shrank back. "I just found out a few days ago. It won't be a big deal to terminate now. I'll leave with nothing. Just... make it up to Elena."With that, she turned and bolted for the door.Vincent’s face changed instantly, and he chased after her.Instinctively, I blocked his path, demanding answers, but he shoved me away hard."Elena!" His eyes were filled with pure loathing. "No matter how much you kick up a fuss, it’s between us! Ever since you scared Mia six years ago, she’s had severe persecution delusions. She does crazy things when she’s triggered. Are you really so vicious you want to destroy her? If anything happens to her, I’ll never forgive you."His shove sent me stumbling backward. My neck landed on the shattered glass on the floor. Warm blood gushed out instantly.As I blacked out, I heard Sonny and Vincent talking."Vincent, Elena is losing a lot of blood!""Call an ambulance. Dump her at our private

Forgetting my grief, I turned and ran wildly back toward the hospital.As soon as I reached my mother's hospital, a mob of people claiming to be tabloid reporters from New York's underworld swarmed me."Ms. Elena, is it true you had a mental breakdown and hallucinated Mr. Castellano's death because he rejected you?""Your former classmates say you were an orphan raised by a janitor in Chinatown. Is that true?""Knowing full well Mr. Castellano is married, why did you keep harassing and slandering his wife? Can you give us a response?"Camera flashes blinded me, the noise making my head throb.I was sweating with anxiety, shoving through the crowd, my voice cracking with desperation."Please, let me through! It's an emergency! My mother is dying! I need to get to surgery!"But they kept blocking me, demanding answers and snapping photos.In the chaos, my phone slipped from my hand and was trampled into pieces. As I bent down to grab it, a woman slapped me hard across the face. "Using y

The world tilted on its axis as Vincent read those words. His hands shook so bad he could barely tap the video link.On the screen, Elena stood on the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge. She looked gaunt, fragile, her eyes hollow but steady. Every word out of her mouth hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest.[Hi. I’m Elena Moretti. The mentally unhinged homewrecker everyone says was obsessed with Vincent Castellano.][Today, I’m giving my life to set the record straight.][Vincent and I were together for five years. In year five, he cheated on me with Mia Rossi. When I caught them red-handed, he faked his own death in a car crash. Then he married her.][After I called out the truth, Mia Rossi personally drove my mother to her death. All the proof is in the link below.]Vincent clicked the link. Inside was ironclad proof of his affair with Mia, including screenshots of every cruel text she’d ever sent Elena, and then security footage that made his stomach lurch so hard he thought he’d throw

After a few months in Miami, I moved to Iceland and opened a tiny little Italian flower and coffee shop.It was a world away from New York. The locals were warm, kind, and kept to themselves. My days were simple: arranging fresh bouquets in the morning, pulling rich espresso shots for regulars in the afternoon. It was the most peaceful, steady time I’d ever had in my entire life.No more backstabbing, no more scheming, no more being drained dry by people who didn’t care about me.Leo visited every now and then, always mentioning that Vincent was still searching for me. Until one evening. I’d just finished watering the flowers and was about to lock up for the night, when the bell above the glass door jingled. Someone stepped inside.I didn’t look up, calling out a polite but tired apology over my shoulder. “Sorry, we’re closed for the night. If you need flowers or coffee, we open back up at 10 tomorrow morning.”But the person didn’t leave. Instead, they took a few slow steps closer,