BETROTHED TO THE CRAZY DON のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The PhotographWho was Alessandro before he became hers?The question followed Valentina into sleep.And when morning came, it was still there.She opened her eyes slowly.Gray light slipped through the curtains, painting thin lines across the bedroom floor. Beside her, Alessandro was asleep, one arm resting above his head, his face unusually relaxed.Valentina stayed still.She watched him breathe.The man lying beside her looked nothing like the man from the photograph.Yet somehow, they were the same person.Her eyes moved to the nightstand.Her phone was there.The photograph was still saved inside it.Valentina's fingers curled beneath the blanket.She could delete it.She could forget about Bianca.She could tell herself that the woman had deliberately planted doubt in her mind.But she couldn't erase what she'd seen.Alessandro had been young.Happy.Almost carefree.And Bianca had been standing beside him with a smile that didn't look like the smile of a woman who had simply k

What Happened Between Them The boy didn't know yet how badly the world was about to prove him wrong. Valentina closed the photograph. The words from the previous night still lingered in her mind. Who was Alessandro before he became hers? She had seen the answer in that photograph. He had been young. He had been reckless. He had loved Bianca. And, judging by the ring on Bianca's finger and the happiness in Alessandro's eyes, he had once believed she would be his wife. But something had happened. Something serious enough to end an engagement that had once seemed unbreakable. And Valentina wanted to know what. She didn't ask Alessandro. Not yet. Instead, she started with the one person who had known him almost as long as his brother had. Luca. She found him in the study that afternoon. He stood behind the desk, going through several documents. When Valentina entered, he looked up. “You look like you're about to ask me something I won't like.” Valentina leaned against

Bianca's ReturnThe past wasn't finished.Not yet.Alessandro knew it.He had known it from the moment Bianca's name appeared again.But Valentina didn't.And he intended to keep it that way for as long as he could.For now.The morning began quietly.Valentina stood in front of the bedroom mirror, fastening an earring while Alessandro adjusted the cuffs of his shirt behind her.“You're staring again,” she said.“I wasn't aware I needed permission.”She caught his reflection in the mirror.“You're impossible.”“So I've been told.”A small smile appeared on her lips.For a few seconds, everything felt normal.Then Alessandro's phone vibrated.His expression changed.Only slightly.But Valentina noticed.He picked it up.Read the message.His jaw tightened.“Work?”“Yes.”She turned toward him.“Something wrong?”“No.”The answer came too quickly.Valentina's eyes narrowed.But she didn't question him.Alessandro slipped the phone into his pocket.“I'll be back this afternoon.”“Okay.”

The Line Rain blurred the city beyond Alessandro's office windows. He stood behind his desk, reading through a report when Luca entered. “The Moretti accounts are moving money again.” Alessandro looked up. “Through which companies?” Luca placed a folder on the desk. “Three shell companies. We've traced two of them.” Alessandro opened the folder. Before he could read the first page, his phone vibrated. Once. Then again. He glanced at the screen. Bianca. His expression hardened. Luca noticed. “Want me to handle it?” “No.” Alessandro slipped the phone into his pocket. “I'll deal with her.” Luca hesitated. “You're sure?” Alessandro's eyes returned to the folder. “Yes.” The restaurant was nearly empty when Alessandro arrived. Bianca was seated near the window. She stood as he approached. For a moment, neither of them spoke. She looked at him as though she were trying to find the young man she remembered beneath the hardened face of the Don. “You came.” “You ask

Don't Lie to me The house was unusually quiet that night. Valentina stood by the bedroom window, watching the rain slide down the glass. One drop joined another. Then another. She had been standing there for almost ten minutes. Behind her, the door opened. She didn't turn. Alessandro walked inside, loosened his tie, and placed his phone on the dresser. His eyes found her reflection in the mirror. “You're still awake.” Valentina folded her arms. “Yes.” Something in her voice made him stop. He studied her for a moment. “What happened?” She turned around. “Bianca.” His expression barely changed. But Valentina noticed the slight tightening of his jaw. That was enough. She walked toward him. “Is she still interested in you?” Alessandro didn't answer immediately. Valentina's eyes narrowed. “Don't think about what answer will make me feel better.” She stepped closer. “I don't want that.” His gaze held hers. “What do you want?” “The truth.” Silence. Rain tappe