The Don Delayed Our Wedding Three Times, I Left のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The CEO blinked, then his face lit up with surprise and pleasure. “Even better. I'll announce it to the board immediately.”His eyes peered at me over the rim of his glasses with a touch of something wistful.“Three years ago, Chairman Vincenzo was determined to keep you here. Pity Miss Delores had a better offer at the time.”He paused. “Would you like me to arrange a meeting? Old friends catching up, nothing more.”I lifted my brows, then shook my head with a small bitter smile.Three years ago, Vincenzo had pulled every string he could to keep me at his side, and in the end, I'd chosen Raymond.After everything that had happened, I couldn't look him in the eye.The CEO walked me out personally, and as we parted he offered one more compliment.“Three years gone, and Miss Delores is exactly the same. Sharp as ever.”He made a slicing motion with his hand. “The world is butter, and you're the hot knife. Cuts clean through with that satisfying sizzle.”I smiled and waved him off.I'd ba

There was a knock at the hotel room door. I opened it to find a man in a suit.He said he was there to take me to the audit, and I went willingly.But twenty minutes in, something felt wrong.The compound was on the edge of the city, but this road kept taking us further out.The car finally stopped in front of an abandoned factory, and I hadn't even gotten both feet on the ground before the driver yanked me out and shoved me inside.Seven or eight built guys I'd never seen before were waiting in there.They stood around with the cruel look of men ready for ugly work.Raymond wasn't with them.A bad feeling started rising in my chest.The driver wrenched my arms behind my back and bound my wrists with rope.While he was tying, he murmured into my ear, his voice low and ugly.“You had the nerve to move family money. You damned rat.”“My orders are to crack you open before the Don gets here. Start talking.”He yanked the knot vicious-tight. “Where did you put the money?”The rope crushed

(Raymond's POV)Vincenzo took off his jacket and wrapped Delores in it.The bodyguards behind him fanned out without a word, hands resting on the holsters at their hips.Raymond staggered in, his eyes sweeping over the bright red staining Delores's skirt and the whip marks covering her.A monstrous rage warped his handsome face.He drew his gun, held it up, and roared, “Which idiot did this?”The room went silent, and every eye drifted to the driver.The driver crumpled where he stood, as if the bone had been sucked out of his spine.He looked at Raffina, terrified, and stammered, “It was Donna, she—”He never got to finish.The muzzle of Raymond's gun flashed, and the bullet went through the driver's forehead and out the back in a spray of red.The driver dropped at Raffina's feet, and she clutched her head and screamed.Raymond glanced at her, and something dark moved across his face before he looked away.He walked straight to Delores.She'd already lost consciousness, her pale face

The fluorescent lights in the hospital were too bright, and I couldn't keep my eyes open.My belly was empty, like someone had carved a piece out of me.I wasn't crying.The world was just collapsing into rubble in silence in front of me, like watching an old film with the sound cut.I had no idea how long I lay there before I rolled my eyes to one side.Vincenzo was sitting in the chair by the window, his jacket draped over the back and his sleeves rolled to his forearms.He noticed my eyes had opened and got up to come over, holding a cup of water to my lips. “Drink some.”I opened my mouth automatically, and the water slid past my cracked lips.Vincenzo took my hand, his voice soft. “You can cry. I'm here. I've been here.”His palm was warm in a way I'd forgotten about.That warmth started as a faint flutter, then it became a hurricane inside my chest.The memories came rushing out with the tears.Vincenzo had been my boss, and from his hand I'd taken my first Fund Manager of the Ye

The day I was discharged, I saw Raymond pacing outside the hospital entrance.Half a month gone, and he looked like a different man.His cheeks were sunken, and his dark curls had gone half-white, as if a thin layer of snow had settled on his head.When he saw me, he stumbled forward.Before I could say anything, Vincenzo had already stepped between us.“Raymond, she told you she doesn't want to see you.”His arm went up to block Raymond, just enough to show the holster at his hip.“Del. Del,” Raymond shouted, hoarse and frantic, “what you said was true. It was all Raffina, all of it.”He clutched a thick folder of documents like a drowning man holding onto a piece of driftwood.“I traced it. The thirty million was moved using my key.”“It was Raffina. She stole my key, and she framed you.”I didn't want to look at him, and I turned to leave.Bang.A gunshot cracked behind me.People on the street screamed and scattered.Vincenzo was at my back in a single stride, pulling me into his c