BETROTHED TO THE CRAZY DON のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

So many things kept running through her mind.She had been careful. She had used a different car, avoided Alessandro's security team, and made sure no one followed her. At least, she had believed she had. She bent to pick up the photograph. Alessandro's voice cut through the silence. “Don't touch it.” She froze. The gunman smiled. “Interesting, isn't it? Your husband knows exactly what that photograph means.” Valentina slowly lifted her eyes. “What is this?” Alessandro's expression had become unreadable. “Valentina, put it down.” “Why?” “Because I said so.” A bitter laugh escaped her. “You really think you can keep ordering me around and expect me to obey?” “Not now.” “Then tell me what I'm looking at!” Neither man answered. Her gaze returned to the photograph. The clinic entrance. The date. The memory of sitting alone in a doctor's office, staring at a screen while a woman in a white coat explained what Valentina had already begun to suspect. Her hand moved ins

THE ESCAPE The room had gone quiet.Too quiet.Valentina sat on the cold floor with her back against the wall, listening.One minute.Two.Three.Nothing.She slowly lifted her head.The guard outside had left again.She had noticed the pattern hours ago.Every time someone brought food or spoke to the men in the next room, the guard disappeared for a few minutes.Three minutes.Sometimes four.Never more than five.Valentina looked toward the door.Then toward the small window near the ceiling.Her heart began to pound.This was her chance.She pushed herself up.Her legs almost gave out.She caught the wall before she fell.A sharp ache moved through her body, and her hand instinctively went to her stomach.She closed her eyes.“Easy.”She waited for the pain to settle.“Please…”Her fingers remained there for another second.Then she forced herself to move.She couldn't stay.Not here.Not with her baby.Valentina crossed the room and dragged the small metal chair beneath the wind

HOUSE OF LIESThe De Luca house looked exactly the same.That was what frightened Valentina.The same tall iron gates.The same guards standing beneath the porch.The same warm lights glowing through the windows.Everything looked safe.But Valentina no longer trusted appearances.Alessandro's hand rested against the small of her back as they walked inside.“Slow down.”“I am walking slowly.”“You almost fell in the car.”“I was tired.”He stopped.She looked up at him.His eyes moved over her face.“You're still shaking.”Valentina glanced down at her hands.She hadn't noticed.She curled them into fists.“I'm fine.”Alessandro's jaw tightened.“You keep saying that.”“Because I am.”“No.”His voice softened.“You're pretending.”For a moment, she couldn't answer.Because he was right.She had been pretending for days.Pretending she wasn't afraid.Pretending her body wasn't changing.Pretending the secret inside her wasn't becoming harder to hide.Alessandro reached for her.She s

Valentina found Luca in the study.He was standing by the window with his back to her, a glass of whiskey resting loosely in his hand.She closed the door behind her.Luca didn't turn.“I was wondering when you'd come.”Valentina's fingers curled around the edge of the door.“You knew I would.”“I knew you wouldn't stay quiet forever.”She stepped farther into the room.“You threatened me.”Luca finally turned.His expression was calm.Almost bored.“I warned you.”“You've been working against Alessandro.”Nothing.“You helped them take me.”Still nothing.“You knew about the church.”Luca took a slow sip.“You're asking questions you already know the answers to.”Valentina stared at him.“How could you do this to your own brother?”Something flickered across his face.Then disappeared.“You still think this is about family.”“Isn't it?”“No.”He placed the glass down.“This is about power.”Valentina shook her head.“No. This is about jealousy.”His eyes hardened.“You know nothing a

Sofia had always known that one day her brothers would destroy each other. She just hadn't expected it to happen so soon. She stood outside Alessandro's study, listening to the silence behind the closed door. Since Luca had been thrown out of the estate, the entire house had changed. The guards spoke in whispers. Servants avoided mentioning his name. And Alessandro, who had once tolerated his brother's endless arguments, now reacted to the smallest mention of him with a coldness that frightened her. Sofia knocked. “Come in.” Alessandro stood beside his desk, reading a report. He didn't look up when she entered. “You haven't been answering my calls,” she said. “I've been busy.” “You've been avoiding me.” That made him lift his eyes. “Sofia, not now.” “Then when?” She shut the door behind her. “When Luca comes back with a gun? When one of you orders the other man's death? Or when I'm standing at a funeral, wondering why neither of you could swallow your pride?” His expression