BETROTHED TO THE CRAZY DON のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Choose Me The drive home was quiet. Valentina sat beside Alessandro with her forehead resting lightly against the window. The city moved outside in blurred streaks of gold and white. Neither of them spoke. Alessandro kept one hand on the wheel. The other rested near the gearshift. Every few minutes, his eyes moved toward her. Valentina noticed. She said nothing. When the gates of the estate appeared ahead, she finally spoke. “Are you angry with me?” Alessandro looked at her. “No.” “You seem quiet.” “So do you.” She turned back to the window. “I have a lot on my mind.” “I know.” The gates opened. The car rolled through. Valentina looked down at her wedding ring. “I don't want to fight with you.” “We're not fighting.” “at list,Not yet.” That earned a small breath of laughter from him. She didn't smile. The car stopped beneath the covered entrance. Alessandro turned off the engine. Neither of them reached for the door. “Valentina.” She looked at him. “You

The Russo NameThe gates opened just after noon.Valentina looked up from the papers spread across the dining table.A black SUV rolled through first.Then another.She recognized the second vehicle before it had even stopped.Her chair scraped against the floor.“Marco.”Alessandro, standing near the window, turned.He watched the vehicles come to a halt.Three men stepped out.Then Marco.He looked tired.His suit was creased from travel, his hair slightly disheveled, and there was a shadow beneath his eyes that hadn't been there the last time Valentina saw him.For a moment, she simply stood there.Then she walked toward the doors.Alessandro followed.The front doors opened.Marco stepped inside.His eyes immediately found his sister.“Valentina.”She crossed the hall quickly.He caught her in a tight embrace.She closed her eyes.For a few seconds, she was no longer the Don's wife.She was simply his little sister again.“You're back.”Marco pulled away and looked at her properly

Betrayal The office was still dark when Marco arrived the next morning. He didn't turn on the lights. He walked straight to the desk and dropped the envelope from the previous day beside his laptop. The photograph of the altered contract lay underneath it. Three figures circled in red. Shipping. Insurance. Delivery. Marco stared at them. Then opened the first financial report. Something was wrong. He flipped to the next page. Then another. His chair scraped backward. “No.” He pulled a second file from the cabinet. The figures were different. Not by much. Just enough. He placed both reports side by side. Same invoice. Same date. Different amount. Someone had changed the records. Marco grabbed his phone. “Get Giovanni.” A pause. “And bring Daniel.” He ended the call. Ten minutes later, Giovanni entered with Daniel behind him. “What happened?” Marco pointed at the desk. “Look.” Giovanni leaned over the reports. His face changed. Daniel stepped closer.

Don't Trust the Numbers The rain had swallowed the road by the time Marco's men returned. Nothing. No Daniel. No vehicle. No witness who had seen where he went. Marco stood beneath the estate's covered entrance, water dripping from the shoulders of his coat. “Check every camera between his apartment and the safe house.” “We already did.” “Then check again.” The guard hesitated. Marco's stare sharpened. “Did I stutter?” “No, sir.” The man hurried away. Valentina remained near the doorway. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, but her eyes never left the rain. Daniel had been accused. Released. Threatened. And now he was gone. Too convenient. Too fast. She turned toward Marco. “Someone knew.” Marco looked at her. “Knew what?” “That Daniel was being moved.” His expression hardened. “Only four people knew.” “Who?” “Me. You. The driver. And the guard who was supposed to take him.” Valentina's eyes narrowed. “And who knew Daniel had been released?”

Alessandro's WarningAlessandro read the reports in silence.Valentina stood across from his desk, watching his eyes move from one page to another. Marco had already explained most of what they found, but the documents in front of Alessandro made the situation feel more serious.He closed the folder.“When did you discover this?”“Last night.”“And you decided to investigate without telling me?”Valentina frowned. “We wanted to make sure the information was accurate.”“You found a connection between the Russo accounts and my company.”“We found a possible connection.”Alessandro looked at her.“Valentina.”She held his gaze. “I wasn't trying to keep you out of it.”“That's not what I'm worried about.”He stood and walked around the desk.“Do you know what happens when someone realizes their plan is falling apart?”“They try to fix it.”“Sometimes.” He stopped in front of her. “Other times, they go after the person who discovered the problem.”Valentina's expression tightened.“You th