Semua Bab Mafia Husband Chose My Stepsister, I Faked My Death and Vanished: Bab 1 - Bab 9

I opened the door to find my things dumped downstairs in a chaotic heap, while Cecilia lounged on the couch, leisurely sipping red wine."My dear Emilia, you're finally back. Your room is mine now, by the way.""Where's Leon?" I asked through clenched teeth."Out on business. No point looking for him. Leon agreed to this, you know.""You're getting more shameless by the day, Cecilia. Can't even wait to move right in?""Hit a nerve? Go on then, run and tattle. You really think Leon would take your side?"I clenched my fists and held myself back. I gathered up my scattered things, then went to the guest room, slammed the door, and left myself a little peace.That night a sudden ache all over my body jolted me awake. I sat up, my throat killing me too. It seemed I'd caught a cold.I got up to take some medicine, and I'd only just reached the hallway when I heard the soft, suggestive sound of panting.Even in the dim light, I could see Cecilia and Leon wrapped around each other on the couc

I went to the study. He stood at the window with his back to me, an unlit cigar held between his fingers."Emilia," he said, his voice flat, "last October, a shipment of mine got intercepted in Detroit. I chased it for three weeks and only ever traced it back to a leak from the inside.""This January, a deal I had with the East Coast got snatched out from under me three days early. It was like they'd walked in holding my cards, undercutting me by exactly ten percent."He turned, spun the papers on the desk around, and pushed them toward me. There were email screenshots, transfer records, and a chat log from a messaging app. The avatars of both parties had been blacked out, but the sender's IP address was circled.I took one look. It was the fixed IP of my own laptop."This is—""And the eighteenth, our anniversary! My warehouse in Miami got raided. The federal agents showed up at exactly the right moment, like they'd timed it to the second."Anger simmered in Leon's eyes, on the verge

A day later, Leon found a charred wedding ring in the ruins of the tower.He knelt in the middle of the ashes, covered in dust, his fingers cut and bleeding from the rubble, and still he dug with his hands.His deputy crouched beside him, trying to pull him up. "Don, my condolences. She's gone... the fire was too much. There's nothing left."Leon didn't move. He knelt there, the wedding ring clenched in his palm, gripping it until his knuckles cracked.After a long while, he spoke. "Before she left, did she say anything?"His deputy shook his head. "The guards say she didn't say a word."When Leon got to his feet, he swayed and nearly fell, then staggered down out of the ruins.Sicily. The headquarters of the Moretti family.My heart pounded like a drum as I reached out and pushed open the heavy doors. A woman, somewhat aged yet still beautiful, sat before an enormous floor-to-ceiling window."Mama..."Isabella turned, and when she saw me, tears welled in her eyes.I ran to her and we

After that I was worn out with businesses and heard nothing more of Leon or Cecilia. I couldn't be bothered to care either. I still had plenty to deal with in North America.One day I arrived at a spot I'd arranged in advance with an allied crew to talk business, but when the time came, they still hadn't shown.I sensed something was wrong and quickly left with my men.Sure enough, before we could even reach the door, masked killers poured in around the warehouse and came straight for us.This was probably the work of my dear sister or my father again.I shrugged off my coat, tied up my hair, and took the gun one of my men handed me.Too bad for them. These three years, I'd learned a great deal too.Gunfire erupted on all sides and dust flew. I took several wounds, but thankfully the reinforcements Mama had sent arrived and rounded every last one of them up.As we were interrogating them on the spot, Leon actually showed up with his own men."Emilia, are you all right?" When he saw my