All Chapters of My Sister Claimed the Mafia Don I Saved: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Unlike my previous life, I didn’t dive in immediately.A speedboat idled farther out. Under the dock lights, I could make out a man at the wheel, watching Dante struggle without moving to help.I fixed my eyes on the emblem painted across the stern—a silver anchor marked with a red C.Then the engine roared. As the boat turned downstream, Dante disappeared beneath the surface.I plunged into the river.By the time I caught his collar, his body had gone limp. The current spun us sideways and drove water into my nose and mouth. I kicked toward shore, but Dante’s weight kept dragging me under.I fought until my knees struck the riverbed, then dragged him onto the bank.The Romano family’s gratitude could free me from the marriage Father had arranged.He rolled onto his side and coughed up several mouthfuls of river water before his unfocused gaze finally settled on me.“Thank you…”I collapsed beside him, coughing hard, my chest burning from the cold. Dante tried to push himself up and re

The next morning, three black SUVs entered the Bellini estate. The Romano family’s security chief came into the drawing room with several guards, and Carlo received them himself.“Don Romano is out of danger,” he said. “He remembers a young woman pulling him onto the riverbank and speaking to him before he lost consciousness. His family wants to find her and thank her in person.”The voices downstairs woke me. The cold medicine our family doctor had left the night before had pulled me into an unnaturally deep sleep, and I heard nothing until the vehicles arrived.By the time I reached the drawing room, Bianca was already seated beside Carlo.“I saved Don Romano that night,” she said softly. “I was driving past the river when I saw him in the water. I’m a poor swimmer, but I couldn’t leave him to die, so I dragged him ashore.”A neat bandage encircled her wrist, clearly prepared for this meeting.“She’s lying,” I said from the doorway. “I saved Dante.”Everyone turned toward me. Bianca’

Dante stood in the drawing room doorway, dressed in a black overcoat, with four armed guards behind him. Carlo followed half a step behind, the color drained from his face.The Bellini guards holding my mother and me reacted as though they had been burned. They released us at once and retreated toward the wall.Dante walked several steps into the room, his gaze settling on Bianca.“Now that I’m here, do you still think no one can protect her?”Bianca was the first to recover. “Don Romano, I had no choice but to stop Elena,” she said, her voice catching. “She kept insisting that she was the woman who saved you and tried to force her way outside to claim the credit. I reasoned with her, but she refused to listen. I was afraid she would lie to you and offend the Romano family, so I ordered the guards to restrain her.”Dante gave her no answer. He turned toward me instead.“Is that true?”I raised my head and met his eyes. “No. I was the one who pulled you from the Hudson that night.”His

The drawing room fell completely silent. Bianca’s triumphant expression vanished, and Carlo’s face turned pale. Even the Bellini guards by the wall stopped moving.Dante narrowed his eyes at me. “What did you just say?”“You didn’t fall into the Hudson by accident. Someone pushed you from the speedboat.”His fingers tightened around the crest. “Continue.”“I saw a lighted speedboat offshore. A man approached you from behind and kicked a coil of rope near your feet. When you stepped back and lost your balance, he reached out and shoved you overboard.”“Who was he?”“I couldn’t see his face from the riverbank. After pushing you into the water, he didn’t flee immediately. He returned to the controls and headed downstream. On the stern was a silver anchor with a red letter C.”Carlo flinched. Dante immediately turned toward him.“Do you know Ciro Caruso from the West Side marina?”“No,” Carlo stammered. “I’ve never heard of him.”Dante raised one hand. His security chief stepped forward an

Three months after I moved into the Romano estate, Dante announced our engagement before New York’s most powerful families.The celebration filled the estate ballroom. When Dante placed the ring on my finger, everyone understood that I would become his wife and stand beside him in all matters concerning the Romano family.My mother sat in the front row wearing a pale lavender dress Dante had chosen for her. She cried before the ceremony was even over. By the time Dante led me from the ballroom, her carefully applied makeup had blurred, yet she was smiling more freely than I had ever seen.He had also arranged a townhouse for her less than ten minutes from the estate. She received private security clearance and could visit whenever she called ahead.“You’ll always be able to see Elena,” Dante told her.My mother squeezed my hand. “That’s all I need.”That evening, Dante came to my sitting room.“I want an honest answer,” he said. “You were trained to swim. Why did you pretend to struggl