All Chapters of I Wore His Ring, She Wore His Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

Dead silence on the other end.After a long while, Dr. Evans finally spoke. His voice was full of pity."Aria, please think this through," Evans sighed. "Yes, the odds are low. But this baby is a miracle for you both. You know how much Don Cassian loves you. If he finds out...""All of New York knows you are his life." Evans's voice grew softer. "Five years ago, during that rival ambush, you took a fatal bullet for him. When you were in a coma, the almighty Mafia Don knelt before the altar, crying like a broken man. He prayed for you day and night. He would die for you."Hearing these memories that used to move me to tears, my chest tightened with pure agony."Evans, I'm sure. And he doesn't need to know." I gasped for air, my voice shaking.Hearing my desperate sobs, Evans fell silent. "I understand, Aria," he said softly. "I'll make the arrangements."The call ended. The fire was roaring, but I was shivering to my core.I looked down and tapped on the encrypted video again.Below i

Chapter 2

That night, Manhattan's most luxurious hotel was brightly lit. It was hosting an exclusive mafia charity gala named "Aria Valeriano." All of New York's elite were in the ballroom, praising Don Cassian's devotion to his wife.But me, the star of the gala, stood alone in the shadows of the second-floor hallway. I was looking for him to say I wasn't feeling well. But I stopped outside the half-open oak door of his private study.Inside, I heard the hushed chuckles of his capos. "Don Cassian, little Nico is already five. When do you plan to bring the mother and son back to New York?"My breath hitched. Then, I heard Cassian's voice. The man who never even raised his voice at me now spoke with a lazy certainty. "Not yet," he said lightly. "Aria is weak. She can't handle that kind of shock."A capo chuckled. "You hide them too well. The whole syndicate thinks you'd die for your wife."Cassian gave a low laugh. "She trusts me," he said with an arrogant edge. "She would never in her wi

Chapter 3

I shoved the bag deep into the closet. Cassian took off his suit jacket, his eyes locking onto me. "Why did you leave early?" His voice was doting.He walked over and pulled a velvet box from his pocket. "Saw this in a boutique. Thought it'd look perfect on you."I opened the box. A plain silver bracelet. Not even a luxury brand.He leaned in to kiss my cheek. The moment he got close, a sickly sweet scent hit my nose. Gardenia perfume. Bianca's favorite.And right above his collarbone was a glaring red mark. A woman's scratch.My stomach churned. I snapped my head away, dodging his kiss. "I'm going to take my makeup off." I kept my voice steady and turned around.I sat at my vanity, hands shaking. I reached for my usual rose perfume to mask that disgusting scent. It was gone. In its place sat a brand-new bottle of gardenia perfume. Next to it was a whole new skincare set. The exact brands Bianca bragged about.My breath hitched. This was my sanctuary. And another woman was qu

Chapter 4

Cassian's voice dripped with a devotion that could fool anyone. I looked at him quietly. Paris. Three years ago in the fall, Bianca spent a whole week in Paris, spamming photos. One was taken in the rain on the Champs-élysées. The camera didn't catch the man's face, only an arm holding a black umbrella over her.At that exact time, I had asked to go to Paris. But Cassian gave me a pained look and pulled me into a hug. "Aria, there's a syndicate war in Europe right now. Your safety means more to me than my own life. Next time, I'll take you."He still hasn't taken me. Turns out he wasn't busy; he was simply taking his mistress on vacation. His "protection" was just a flawless excuse. The endless "next times" were lies.Once it all clicked, the dull ache vanished. Only cold peace remained. I let go of his wrist. "Okay," I said softly. "Go handle it. Be safe."Cassian let out a breath of relief. "Good girl. Get some sleep." He turned and strode out the door.The penthouse fell

Chapter 5

Cassian never even glanced at the paper. To him, I was just a pet who would never leave.After signing, he grabbed his phone. His finger slipped. An unread voice memo blasted through the quiet penthouse. "Daddy! Hurry up! Mommy put on her white dress. We're waiting to take wedding pictures!" The crisp voice of a five-year-old boy echoed in the air.Cassian's hand jerked. But in a split second, he locked the screen and looked at me with helpless amusement. "That's Nico. The old butler's grandson. Little troublemaker calls everyone that."A flawless lie. He didn't skip a beat. "I gotta go. Big mess at the docks. Be a good girl and wait for me." He hurried out the door.Day three. 9:00 AM. I sat in Dr. Evans's secret clinic. In front of me was the Consent for Termination of High-Risk Pregnancy."Aria, are you absolutely sure?" Evans handed me a pen. "Once you sign this, there is no turning back."I was about to take the pen when my phone buzzed. A text from Bianca.[Aria, last ni

Chapter 6

Cassian’s POV"What did you say?"The voice didn't even sound like mine.Over the phone, my assistant's voice shook. "The Donna was three months pregnant. She just aborted the baby. She went through it alone."Thud.The velvet box slipped from my fingers.The priceless pigeon-blood ruby ring rolled away. Right into the white roses.Dead silence fell over the lawn."Cassian, what's wrong?" Bianca walked over. She frantically hiked up her couture wedding dress.She reached out to grab my arm.Her hand reeked of heavy gardenia perfume. The second it touched me, I lost it."Get the fuck off me!"I shoved her hard.She stumbled and hit the dirt.Mud instantly ruined the expensive white silk."Shut your mouth!"Five years of playing the gentle lover. Gone.Not a single mobster or guest in the crowd dared to step forward.I pressed the phone to my ear. I saw red."Where is she?! Put Evans on the phone!""She's gone. We can't reach her."Gone.Panic gripped my throat.She just had surgery. She

Chapter 7

Cassian’s POV"No family left."Those words gutted me.I stared at the divorce papers.The last page. Aria's signature was sharp. Not a single trace of hesitation.She didn't want a single dime. She just walked away."No." I snarled.I shoved the doctor aside. I stumbled out of the clinic.The sunlight blinded me. I threw myself into the driver's seat.I pulled out my phone. My hands shook too much to grip the wheel.I dialed the number I knew by heart."Sorry, the number you have dialed is out of service."The robotic voice echoed in the car.Out of service. She canceled it.She cut all ties.I smashed my phone against the passenger seat. I sped back to the penthouse. Our home."Aria!" I roared her name.Nothing.I ran into the master bedroom. I threw open the closet doors.Empty.Her custom dresses were gone.Her jewelry, gone. Even her precious design sketches in the study. All cleared out.This massive apartment didn't have a trace of her left.She erased herself completely.My leg

Chapter 8

Cassian’s POV"Call everyone in." I got back to the penthouse. My voice was completely raw.My Capos and guards didn't waste a second. Within half an hour, my top men packed the room."Track Aria's flights. Her hotels. Her cards." I threw my soaked suit jacket on the floor. "I want to know her country. Her city. What bed she's sleeping in right now.""Yes, Don."Marco, my intel boss, already had his laptop open. Fingers flying across the keys.I sat on the couch. I stared at that cold coffee. I didn't dare move.Half an hour later.Marco looked up. Pale as a ghost."Don. We can't find her.""What do you mean you can't find her?!" I flipped the coffee table. Glass shattered across the floor."She used a fake ID." Marco was trembling. "All her bank cards were deactivated at 2:50 PM. Ten minutes before boarding. Phone wiped. That Reykjavik ticket was a decoy! Or she used a top-tier black-market passport. Nothing in Iceland matches her!"She planned everything.It wasn't an impulse. It was

Chapter 9

Cassian’s POVRight before dawn. Marco rushed in with a sealed folder.His hands were shaking so hard he couldn't tear it open."Read it." I stared at him. Zero emotion in my voice."It's a negative." Marco's voice broke. "Don. Nico... isn't your kid. He doesn't even have Italian blood. He's the bastard of some grunt from the Lucchese family!"Time stopped.I sat on the couch, frozen.Five years.For five whole years. For this fake heir. I carved out my life for a bitch and a bastard.To protect this fake bloodline, I left my only wife in the dark. Tortured for five years.Bianca collapsed on the floor. Her torn dress soaked in her tears. She looked up at me, lips quivering."Cassian. I can explain... I...""Explain?" I suddenly laughed.It sounded alien to me. Sickening. Like something crawling out of hell."Explain what? How you used a rival grunt's bastard to play me for five years?""No, Cassian, please, listen to me...""Because of your lies," I walked toward her. My boots crunche

Chapter 10

He actually dropped to his knees."Aria, I was wrong." He looked up. Tears washed over his sunken cheeks."I was played! Aria, that kid wasn't mine. Nico is a bastard!" He cried out. His voice was wrecked with regret. "I dealt with Bianca. I took everything and threw her in a Brooklyn whorehouse. She'll spend the rest of her life paying for her sins in hell."He reached out, shaking. He tried to touch my skirt, but stopped mid-air."Come back to New York with me? Let's start over." He begged. "I'll give you the whole family. My money, my life, it's all yours. Just look at me again, Aria, please."I looked down at him.Watched him cry. Watched him break.But sadly, I didn't even feel the thrill of revenge.Too late.Everything he offered meant absolutely nothing to me now.I looked him dead in the eye.I raised my hand. I slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt.The fabric parted. It revealed the hideous, dark red scar over my heart.A jagged, ugly slash across my heart.Cassi

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