Lahat ng Kabanata ng Twin Dons, One Wife, Zero Mercy: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The noise downstairs dragged me out of my sleep.I checked the clock. 8 a.m.Nico's side of the bed was empty. The sheets were ice cold.I walked downstairs and saw something I will never forget.Nico stood there with his arm wrapped around another woman. She was ordering my maids around. Rearranging my house.Several pink suitcases sat in the living room, like flags claiming territory.Bianca.She wore a white silk nightgown, walking barefoot on my marble floors, barking orders like she owned the place."That painting is too high. Move it." She pointed at the real Monet I had picked out. "And pack up that vase. The color is too dull."She gasped theatrically when she saw me on the stairs."Oh my God! You must be Nico's wife." She clung to his arm and blinked innocently. "I'm so sorry for moving in without meeting you first. My house caught fire last night. I hope you don't mind?"I looked at her luggage and replied coldly."Your bags are already here. Why even ask?"Nico noticed my da

Bianca's face went rigid. Then she slipped into her wounded-bird act."Scarlett, how could you say that?" Her eyes welled with tears as she looked pitifully at Nico. "I just wanted to be friends..."Nico slammed his glass down, his face dark."Scarlett, remember your place." His voice was a warning. "Bianca is a guest here."I laughed softly and gracefully wiped my mouth with a napkin."I wish Bianca the best in her career," I said smoothly. "After all, she did a great job using my ideas."Bianca turned pale."Remember the Chicago International Art Fest I planned three years ago?" I continued. "Nico vetoed it because it was 'too risky'. Funny how all those core concepts are in Bianca's project now."The air at the table turned razor-sharp."Just a coincidence," Nico said coldly. "The art world is small. Ideas overlap."I nodded and pushed away from the table."Of course. But I won't let my talent be compromised anymore."At the stairs, I looked back."After all, an original is always w

Dawn broke over Chicago.It was the morning before the wedding. Nico had just handled Bianca’s latest meltdown after a street shootout. He rubbed his exhausted eyes and drove to the clinic, figuring Scarlett was still stewing over yesterday.He shoved the door open. The room was empty.Ice-cold panic seized him. Was she gone? Back to the old estate?He bolted out and nearly collided with the doctor."Boss, she's not here. But I have news." The doctor handed him a folder, his deference obvious. "She's pregnant. Four weeks."Nico froze. Wild joy flooded his chest.Pregnant? With his kid!He stroked the paper. He couldn't stop grinning. His last worry vanished completely. With a baby, she could never leave.A smug smile touched his lips. He’d make it up to her after the wedding. Letting Marco test her was a minor correction, a lesson she deserved for failing to know her own man. Now, with a child, she was his. Forever. The true Donna of the Russo family.Full of absolute certainty, he dia

The groom standing in front of me wore a perfect black suit. He held white roses.Julian Thorne. My college classmate. The lawyer who hid his identity to smuggle me out of Chicago. What I didn't know then was that he was Julian Thorne—the Don of Europe's most powerful crime family.Sunlight poured through the stained glass of the Sacré-Cœur. He looked like a true prince."Remember?" He smiled softly. "In college, you said if you ever got married, you wanted it to be in Paris."I nodded. My eyes got wet.We were so close back then. But he was fighting a bloody war for his family throne. He couldn't speak up. Then my house burned down. My dad died. My family was ruined. Nico swooped in. I married him just to survive."Scarlett, I'm sorry." Julian stroked my cheek. "I was late."I shook my head and looked into his deep eyes."No. I should thank you.""Is the baby being good today?" His large, warm hand rested gently on my belly. Zero judgment in his eyes. Only pure care. "The doctor sai

Nico returned to Chicago like a walking corpse.The moment he pushed the mansion doors open, the dead silence swallowed him. No more gentle figure waiting for him. No more soft voice saying "Welcome home." Nothing.He stumbled up the stairs. He pushed open the old study room. Bianca's stuff was cleared out. The room was back to normal. On the blank wall, you could still see the marks where his photos with Scarlett used to hang.He slid to the floor, his back against the wall, and a raw, guttural sob tore from his throat. He wept like a broken man."My baby is gone... I killed him..." He covered his face. Tears of despair leaked through his fingers.He remembered her curling up in the broken glass that night, trying to protect her stomach. He remembered her voice full of hate: "You killed him." During the shootout, he shoved her away to save Bianca. He pushed her into the glass. He forced her to flee in the dead of night, bleeding and weak. She lost their flesh and blood miles up in