《The Amnesiac Principessa Who Gave Up the Donna’s Signet Ring》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

In the Corvona underworld, there is one unspoken rule.When a Don keeps a new woman by his side for three consecutive months, the Donna must personally remove the signet ring symbolizing her power and place it on the new woman's finger before the entire family.When my husband, Luca, the Don of the Bellini family, announced he would take Mia alone on a three-month business trip, the entire Corvona underworld waited for me to have a meltdown.I had been with Luca Bellini for seven years.I followed him everywhere, refusing to leave his side. I would even wake up in the middle of the night to touch him, needing to know he was there to feel secure. They were all aware of my clinginess and were betting I would never let go.But when Mia extended her hand to me, her voice dripping with saccharine, I didn't shed a single tear.I calmly removed the signet ring engraved with the family crest and slid it onto her ring finger.Luca, lounging in the leather chair at the head of the table, swirle

But now, he was casually telling me to give away this token of my loyalty to another woman.My nails dug so hard into the flesh of my palm that blood nearly welled.I met Luca's cold, entitled expression and finally, slowly, nodded."Fine. I'll have it sent over in the morning."Luca's eyes flickered. He gave me one last, deep look, then pushed open the door and walked out.The sound of his low, sweet reassurances soon drifted down the hallway, followed by the click of the lock on the adjacent bedroom door.I turned numbly, pulled open a walnut drawer, and took out an old calendar.I picked up a red pen and drew a heavy X over today's date.Two days left until my brother came for me.I took off the wax-stained gown and stepped into the bathroom.The scalding water from the showerhead washed over my exhausted body. Through the steam, I stared at my ashen reflection in the mirror.Luca, you found me in a slum shootout seven years ago. I suppose I owed you a life for that.In these seven

Luca stood in the shadows of the doorway, his eyes fixed on my back as I vanished into the blizzard. Then, with a surge of force, he slammed the heavy oak door shut.The muffled slam was swallowed by the Corvona blizzard.I stepped into the knee-deep snow, bent to retrieve the canvas bag he had thrown, and shook off the clinging snow.The phone in my pocket vibrated.It was an encrypted voice call from my eldest brother, Lorenzo."Elara, the convoy has passed the Corvona border checkpoint. I'll be there in half an hour to take you home."The blizzard raged, flinging sharp ice crystals against my face.All I wore was a thin cashmere sweater, and the cold seeped through the collar, drilling into my bones.My legs quickly grew numb and stiff. Every step sent a tearing ache through my joints.Hearing my brother's voice, I wanted to cry.But I didn't stop. I didn't look back, not even for a second, at the Bellini estate's two cast-iron gates.As I staggered off the estate's private road, a

"What is this swill! Where's Elara? Get her back here to make my soup!" Luca roared at the trembling servants.Giovanni stood beside him, his voice low."Don... Miss Elara has been gone for three days."Luca's back went rigid. Deep within the old gunshot wound in his chest, a pain so sharp it felt like it would tear him apart suddenly erupted.He let out a pained grunt, cold sweat instantly soaking his shirt.Over the past seven years, my cooking and the special herbal remedies I brewed had spoiled him, making his stomach and his old wound incredibly dependent.He felt nauseous eating anything not made by me.He gritted his teeth against the sharp pain, his eyes red-rimmed, and stubbornly pulled out his phone, dialing my number over and over.The only reply was the cold, mechanical voice: "The number you have dialed does not exist."Luca stared at the screen in disbelief.He immediately called Marco."Check her spending! Even if she's staying in the cheapest motel, even if she buys a p

A collective gasp echoed through the grand hall. After a half-second of dead silence, the room erupted in a deafening roar of gossip.Everyone in the Corvona underworld knew the Don of the Bellini family kept his "little cat" of seven years locked away in his estate. They had also heard that, for a new flame, he had cast that same cat out into a blizzard.But no one could have imagined that the woman he had trampled on for seven years was the long-lost heiress to the powerful Rossi family of Serafino.Luca was deaf to the jeers and shocked whispers around him.Clutching his chest where the old wound had been struck, he pushed himself up from the marble floor, inch by inch.He didn't look at Lorenzo. His eyes were fixed on me, like a drowning man clinging to his last piece of driftwood."Elara, what they're saying isn't true, is it?" His voice was trembling. "You're just mad at me. You hired people to put on this show to scare me, right?""What about all the things you used to say? Tha