Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S REJECTED WIFE WAS THE MAFIA HEIRESS: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The restaurant had been booked for eight months. Isabella knew this because she was the one who booked it, back in November, back when their marriage still felt like something worth planning eight months around. Le Meridien's private room sat on the top floor, all glass and low gold light, overlooking a harbor that turned the color of hammered copper right around sunset. It was the kind of place where a waiter refilled your water before you noticed it had gone low, where the bread came warm in a linen napkin folded into a shape that probably had a name. Three years ago, in this same room, at this same table if the maître d' was to be believed, Ethan had stood up in the middle of dinner, gotten down on one knee in front of forty people, and asked her to marry him a second time. A formal proposal, after the courthouse wedding they'd rushed into because neither of them had wanted to wait six more months for a ballroom and a seating chart. She remembered laughing so hard she'd cried. She

By 6:40 the next morning, Ethan Blackwood already knew something was wrong, because his phone hadn't stopped ringing since 6:04, and Daniel Reyes never called before seven unless the building was actually on fire."Tell me it's not the building," Ethan said, phone wedged against his shoulder, one arm halfway into his suit jacket, coffee going cold on the kitchen counter of the apartment he'd moved into two weeks ago. Beige walls. No art. Nothing that had come from the life he used to have, which had felt, when he signed the lease, like a kind of relief. It didn't feel like relief this morning. It felt like standing in a hotel room he'd been living in for two weeks and calling it home out of stubbornness."It's not the building." Daniel's voice had the flat, controlled calm he only used for genuinely bad news, the tone Ethan suspected he'd probably used on his own mother the day he told her their father wasn't coming home from the hospital. "Pacific Freight pulled out of the port contr

The Romano estate kept its own physician on staff, an arrangement Isabella had genuinely forgotten existed until Nico walked her down a hallway she hadn't seen in years and opened a door onto a room that looked nothing like a doctor's office and everything like a study that happened to also contain, tucked discreetly behind a bookshelf, an ultrasound machine that had clearly cost more than most people's cars."Dr. Amara," Isabella said, recognizing the woman before the woman had fully turned around to recognize her. Amara Osei had treated three generations of Romanos, had personally delivered Isabella's own mother, and possessed a bedside manner best described, by everyone who'd ever sat across from her, as devastatingly patient. She was the only person Isabella had ever seen speak to Enzo Romano like he was simply a slightly difficult patient rather than the head of one of the most feared families on the coast."Well," Amara said, setting down a folder and studying Isabella with the

Damian Cross arrived at the Romano estate at exactly nine the next morning, which Isabella remembered was exactly like him, the kind of man who treated punctuality as a form of respect and quietly expected you to notice it without his having to point it out himself.She hadn't seen him in nearly six years. He'd been a lanky nineteen year old the last time, all sharp elbows and quiet watchfulness at family gatherings neither of them had particularly wanted to attend, the two of them trading the kind of half smiles across a crowded room that meant I understand this is boring and neither of us can say so out loud. The man who stepped out of the car now was nothing like that boy, except for the eyes, which were exactly the same, careful and searching in a way that made you feel measured rather than simply looked at, like he was constantly running a small, private calculation behind a perfectly polite expression."Isabella." He said her name like it was a fact he was confirming out loud ra

Isabella waited until the house had gone quiet, until Damian's car had pulled away down the long gravel drive and her grandfather had retreated to his study with the particular closed door posture that meant he did not want to be followed by anyone, not even her, before she went looking for the one thing that had been nagging at the back of her mind since the moment she'd sat down across from him that morning.Enzo Romano did not make mistakes with dates. He never had, not once in her entire memory of him. The man had once rescheduled an entire shipping route around a single misfiled customs document because the numbers had simply felt wrong to him, days before an official audit proved conclusively that he'd been right all along. So when he'd told her the marriage contract with the Cross family predated her, when he'd said it so smoothly, so certainly, without a single hesitation, some small, carefully trained part of Isabella's mind had quietly flagged the moment and refused to let i