All Chapters of I Married His Rival, and the Mafia Don Lost His Mind: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Corleone didn't come home until the afternoon.Late-autumn sunlight streamed into the study. The room was deathly quiet.The sound of a key turning came from the front door.I looked up.When Corleone walked in, I froze.His eyes were bloodshot, his suit collar rumpled and creased. Exhaustion and irritation rolled off him in waves.In ten years of power, he had always been composed and in control, handling everything with ease. Even during internal coups and gunshot wounds, he had never shown a trace of fatigue.I had never seen him this drained.When he saw me, the tension in his body eased.He walked quickly to my side. Ten years of trust had made it instinct: being close to each other meant safety.But this time, I caught a faint yet distinct trace of sweet perfume.It wasn't mine.My heart went cold. I raised my hand and pushed him away without a word.Corleone didn't notice the distance. He held out a small black velvet box."For you. I picked it out for our tenth anniversary."Hi

Before I could look away, Corleone glanced at his watch, murmured something to his business partners, and stood to leave.Before going, he turned to Bianca beside him, leaned in, and whispered something in her ear.The light fell on Bianca's face as she wore a coy, delighted smile.Several of the surrounding power players caught the intimate display. Eyebrows rose.A moment later, as if she'd planned it all along, Bianca's gaze shifted and locked straight onto mine.Without a hint of evasion, she picked up her glass and walked right over."Tella, so you're here too."I looked down at her, my expression cool."I'm the Donna. Of course I'm at an event like this."I fixed my gaze on her."The real question is, how did you get in?"Entry to a top-tier Mafia gala was strictly controlled. Every guest needed a personal invitation, and those were only issued to senior business leaders and key partners.Bianca held no business title and wasn't an official partner. She had no right to be here.H

That day, Alessandro Moretti, the supreme leader of the Naples Mafia, suddenly announced a grand wedding. The news sent shockwaves through every circle.Alessandro sat at the very top of the region's power structure, known for being cold, ruthless, and merciless.For decades, every faction had sent people to monitor his every move. Every Family and every Don constantly probed for weaknesses. Yet in all that time, no woman had ever gotten close to him.Everyone assumed he had no interest in love and would remain alone for life.Corleone was equally stunned and baffled.He summoned several executives who had dealings with Alessandro and deployed his network of informants across the city, all trying to uncover the identity of the bride.But every operative he sent out either vanished without a trace or came back with nothing.No one knew when Alessandro had fallen in love, and not a single detail about his bride could be found.After days without any word from me, a nameless unease stirre

Corleone stood perfectly still, the thin sheet of paper pinched between his fingers.The yellowed paper, marked by time, dragged his thoughts back ten years.Back then he had nothing. Ambitious but without a foundation, his proposal had been met with fierce opposition from my entire family.My father, Giovanni Valenti, was a shrewd judge of character. He had seen through Corleone: too much ambition, no capacity for lasting devotion. In the end, he would betray me.To silence every objection and to give me absolute security, the young Corleone had written this divorce agreement himself.If he ever did anything to wrong me, the marriage would be void on the spot. I could walk away at any time, free and clear.He would leave with nothing. Every share, every asset under his name would transfer to me automatically. No one could contest it.He had invited my father and several neutral, highly respected Elders to witness and endorse it, completing the formal notarization.It was this solemn,

After marrying Alessandro, I quickly settled into my new role.Ten years as Corleone's Donna had trained me in managing Mafia operations and navigating between rival factions. I was used to the complexity.Corleone's operations had been top-tier, and I had handled them with ease, never once feeling overwhelmed.But stepping into Alessandro's world showed me what a real empire looked like.He controlled the entire Naples Mafia. His territory, his reach, his underground enterprises were easily ten times the scale of Corleone's.The business was impossibly intricate, spanning dozens of sectors across international markets, each one deeply interconnected.On top of that, Alessandro had handled the transfer of all the underground assets allocated to me in the divorce agreement with Corleone right at the start of our marriage.Old holdings and new ones piled together, stretching me thin.For the first month of our marriage, I spent nearly every night in the study, buried in stacks of documen