Underboss Denied Surgery Funds, Don Regretted Everything의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 9

After the wedding, Dante handed the Family ledgers and control of the emergency vault to Valentina, his lover.Every expense—from arms purchases to medical bills for Family members—had to go through her. Even I, the Donna, needed Valentina's approval.Then Beatrice, Dante's mother and the former Donna, was ambushed outside a church.Dante was locked in a closed-door meeting with the Five Families.So I went to the office and asked Valentina to release the emergency funds.She sat there painting her nails."You need money? Fine. Submit a request."Valentina never missed a chance to use the authority Dante had given her to humiliate someone.But Beatrice was still waiting for surgery. I had no time to argue, so I quickly wrote down the amount, the reason for the withdrawal, and the payment deadline.Valentina rejected the request without even glancing at it."That's it?" she asked. "You're asking for half a million dollars, not fifty bucks. Denied.""Her aorta is still bleeding. The clin

I hurried over to Dante. "Mom is in the clinic. She's bleeding internally, and they need five hundred thousand dollars before they'll operate."Beatrice once said that I could call her "Mom" if I wanted to. She truly treated me like her own daughter, and I grew accustomed to calling her "Mom."I pointed at the shredded paper on the floor. "I've been here for two hours. I've filled out three requests, but Valentina still refuses to release the money. We have less than thirty minutes left. Dante, tell her to open the vault. We need to get to the clinic now."Valentina immediately moved to his side and rested her fingers lightly on his arm. Her eyes were already red, as if she were the one who had been wronged."Don, you're finally back. I didn't know what to do."The Donna barged in. She demanded money without following any of the procedures you put in place. She even interfered when I tried to discipline a trainee for overstepping. I did nothing but follow your rules, yet she blamed me

Dante listened to the doctor without a trace of grief. He simply rubbed his brow, looking annoyed."If she's dead, handle it according to protocol. Have the mortician from St. Mary's collect the body, have a priest perform the last rites, then send her for cremation."He dropped the phone back onto the desk as if he'd just finished an ordinary business call. "If there are any other questions, talk to my wife. Don't call this number again."I stood there, cold to the bone. I couldn't stay there another second.I had just reached the elevator when he called after me. "Wait. Where do you think you're going? Didn't you hear what the doctor said?"I stopped but didn't turn around.Dante caught up, speaking to me in the same commanding tone he used with his men. "Go deal with your mother's funeral, then come back to the manor and keep Mom company. Don't burden her with any of this."A bitter laugh almost escaped me.I turned around slowly and looked him in the eye."The woman who died wasn't

Dante flinched. Then he crawled forward and clutched his father's trouser leg. "Please, Father. I know I was wrong. Give me one more chance."Salvatore looked down at him, his eyes red with grief."Your whole life, your mother gave you everything you wanted. Suits, sports cars, territory of your own, men of your own. All you had to do was ask, and she found a way to give it to you."Did you think being a Moretti meant all of this belonged to you?"Salvatore pressed a hand to his chest, and his voice began to tremble."Before the Family even had a proper office, Beatrice slept beside me in a storage room above a butcher shop. She hid our ledgers inside her coat and carried them through police checkpoints. When I was shot, she was the one who got me home alive."I swore before God that as long as I lived, she would never go hungry and would never have to face death alone."He paused, struggling to steady his voice. "But you let her die alone on an operating table. When it was over, it wa

When I reached my childhood home in Chicago, pulling my suitcase up the driveway, my mother was in the yard pruning her roses.At the sound of my suitcase rolling up the driveway, she turned around, pruning shears still in hand. "Sweetheart? What are you doing here?"I smiled and told her I missed her and wanted to stay for a while.She stared at me for a moment before hurrying over. Her eyes lingered on my face, thinner than the last time she'd seen me, but she didn't ask any questions. She simply took my suitcase and led me inside."You must be starving. I'll make you something to eat."That night, I told her everything.When I finished, she fell silent for a long time. "When Dante was courting you, he acted like there was nothing in the world he wouldn't do for you. I thought once you married him, I wouldn't have to worry about you anymore."She shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. "I never imagined he'd become someone like that."She took my hand. "Beatrice was a good woman