All Chapters of Spoiled by the Scarred Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

"Play something happy, Alessia! Is this my birthday party or a funeral?"Bianca's shrill voice cut through the party chatter, a dull knife scraping my last nerve.I took a deep breath, my fingertips numb, and let my hands move on autopilot across the keys.I was wearing a faded old dress, the hem crudely stitched, completely out of place in the glittering ballroom."God, look at her hands," Bianca pointed and laughed. "They're as rough as a charwoman's. And she thinks she can be a pianist? Alessia, you're better suited to scrubbing our toilets."A wave of harsh laughter erupted around them.I kept my head down, saying nothing, just moving my fingers faster.Ever since my mother died ten years ago and my stepmother, Genevieve, moved in, my life had been hell.She forbade me from touching the piano and burned my sheet music.She made me do the dirtiest, hardest chores with the maids, torturing my once-delicate hands with endless work.But I didn't give up.I endured it for ten years, sav

Chapter 2

"No. I will never marry him." I shot to my feet, my voice trembling with rage. "They say he's a killer, a madman, that half his face was destroyed! You're sending me to my death!"Bang! My father, Antonio, slammed his hand on the desk, making the teacups rattle. "You don't have a choice! The Rossi family is on the verge of collapse. Only an alliance with the Valerius family can save us. And you, Alessia, are the only thing of value you have to offer."I fought back tears and demanded, "Why me? Why not Bianca?"My father looked away. "Your sister is too delicate. As the older sister, it's your responsibility."I looked at his cold, heartless face, and my own heart went cold.This was my father. For his precious younger daughter and the family's interests, he would throw me into the fire without a second thought."Then I'd rather be thrown out of this house and cut all ties with the Rossi family!" I said through gritted teeth."Cut ties?" Genevieve let out a cold laugh.She walked over t

Chapter 3

The wedding was held in a hidden, cold church on the outskirts of Chicago.There were no flowers, no guests, not even a hymn. The air was thick with the smell of old mildew and a chilling silence.I was wearing a cheap, second-hand dress Genevieve had picked out.The hem was yellowed and the waist was loose and ill-fitting—just another one of her ways to humiliate me. I was used to it.Standing in the middle of the church, I felt less like a bride and more like a prisoner on her way to the gallows.Click.The heavy wooden doors of the church creaked open.A cold draft blew in, along with the sound of heavy, rhythmic footsteps.I held my breath and turned my head.In that instant, my eyes widened.The man who strode in was even taller than I'd imagined.He wore a perfectly tailored black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Every step he took radiated a suffocating pressure.But what shocked me most was his face.The rumors said he was a disfigured, ugly monster.

Chapter 4

There was nothing festive about my wedding night at the Valerius estate.The butler, Albert, was a kind old man. He said to me respectfully, "Madam, your room is the first on the left on the third floor. Please get some rest.""Thank you, Albert," I said, exhausted.The day had been a whirlwind, and my mind was a mess.Walking on the thick, soft carpet, I felt like I was floating.When I got to the third floor, I pushed open a door, not even noticing I'd gone to the right instead of the left.I gave the room a quick glance. It was sparse, decorated in a cold black and white. Nothing special.I didn't think much of it. I quickly washed up, changed into a slip dress, and buried myself in the bed, which smelled faintly of fir trees.The scent was surprisingly calming, and I fell asleep almost instantly.Sometime in the middle of the night, I felt something was wrong.The fir scent in the air grew stronger, accompanied by a heavy, dangerous presence.I felt a hot, cold gaze locked on me. T

Chapter 5

The air between me and Caspian had changed since he found me in the music room.The way he looked at me wasn't so cold and empty anymore.It didn't mean I wasn't still scared of him, though.A week into our marriage, and I was still a mouse in the lion's den, walking on eggshells every second of the day.I never dared to look him in the eye. I only stole quick glances from the corner of my eye when he was buried in paperwork or staring out the window, his face half-hidden in shadow.If our eyes ever met by accident, I'd flinch and whip my head away.That afternoon, I got a call from Bianca."Alessia, my dear sister," she cooed. "You must be miserable, aren't you? Has that disfigured monster been torturing you? Hahahaha! You'd better hang in there."Her sharp, gloating laughter crackled through the phone.I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood. I wanted to fire back, but after a lifetime of her bullying, it was like I'd forgotten how to fight back.After hanging up, I just curled up o

Chapter 6

Leo's words were like a stone dropped into the calm lake of my mind, stirring up a strange irritation."You talk too much," I said, shooting him a cold glare as I snatched the report from his hand.Leo immediately shut up, bowed, and backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.The only sound in the study was the rustling of paper.As I read, my fists clenched, and a sharp pain shot through my chest.I hadn't felt pain like this even when I'd taken a nearly fatal bullet.The report stated clearly that Alessia's mother hadn't died in an accidental car crash. It was an "accident" orchestrated by Genevieve and Antonio.They had murdered her to get their hands on her fortune, covering up all the evidence and locking a young Alessia in the attic to be tormented by everyone.My hand crushed the report, my knuckles white from the force, the paper crumpling in my palm.That girl who cried at the piano… how much pain had she endured?I closed my eyes, and her clear, stubborn eyes appear

Chapter 7

My relationship with Caspian changed from a marriage of strangers to one of a performer and her listener.Every night, he fell asleep to the sound of my piano.And he, in his own quiet way, began to show me a tenderness he kept hidden from the world.He let me plant my favorite roses in the backyard, and when I cooked for him, he silently ate several extra helpings…It was unbelievable. I was finding warmth from the man rumored to be a cold, ruthless Don.But one day, I got a call from Bianca, who had been silent for weeks."Alessia, I have your mother's sheet music. If you want it, come alone to room 502 at the Hilton downtown. Otherwise, I'll burn it."That music was the only thing my mother had left me, the last remnant of warmth from my childhood.I knew it was probably a trap, but my longing for my mother and my desperation to get the music back won out over my reason.But I was careful. I told the butler where I was going.When I pushed open the door to room 502, I wasn't met wit

Chapter 8

By the time we got back to the estate, the drug in my system was out of control.The potent drug Bianca had forced on me was like a raging fire, spreading through my veins.My skin was burning, my vision was blurring, and my sanity was being eaten away by the waves of heat."Alessia, look at me," Caspian's deep voice said in my ear, a hint of panic in it.He laid me on the massive velvet bed in the master bedroom and turned to Leo at the door. "Get the doctor here now!""No… don't go…"Tormented by the drug, I cried out, instinctively grabbing Caspian's collar.I clung to him like a drowning person, pressing my hot cheek against the cool skin of his neck, letting out broken, shameful moans.Caspian's body went rigid.He took a deep breath, trying to pull my sweaty hands away, his voice hoarse. "Alessia, listen to me, the doctor is on his way. You've been drugged.""Please… help me…" I looked up at him, tears of pure physical reaction streaming from my eyes, my gaze pleading.In that mo

Chapter 9

With Caspian's covert support, I began to systematically destroy my father's family business.I didn't choose to solve the problem with a bullet. That would have been too easy for them.I wanted them to watch as the power and wealth they cherished most turned to dust.Caspian gave me access to the Valerius family's vast intelligence network.Under his guidance, I found the weak points in the Rossi family's operations.I used the intel to cut off their most important port smuggling route, costing them millions and instantly breaking their cash flow.Then, I contacted the partners who had once been loyal to my father.Under the threat of the Valerius family and the lure of new deals, they all turned on him overnight, tearing up their contracts with the Rossi family.Finally, I anonymously packaged years of ledgers detailing Genevieve and Antonio's collusion with officials, money laundering, and bribery, and sent them to Chicago's most aggressive news outlet.The Rossi family's criminal e

Chapter 10

The Rossi family's business empire had turned to dust.As the sole legal heir, I stepped back into the Rossi mansion that had once been my prison.This time, there were no cold taunts from Genevieve, no sound of Antonio's belt.The air was filled with a dead silence.I went straight to Antonio's study and used the code to open the safe.I found the Chopin book, filled with my mother's elegant handwriting.As my fingers traced the yellowed pages, tears finally fell."Mama, I got it back," I whispered.Not just the music, but also the lakeside villa that held the only warmth of my childhood, and the piano I had been forbidden to touch.The dignity and love that had been stolen from me were, in that moment, returned.One sunny afternoon, Caspian booked the entire Chicago Symphony Center.When I pushed open the doors, the grand concert hall was empty, except for a single spotlight on the center of the stage, illuminating a world-class grand piano."Go on, Alessia," Caspian said, his eyes s

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