Todos os capítulos de The Don's Sweetheart Sent His Mom to Hell: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

I stood frozen in the open space near the docks, as if every drop of blood in my body had run cold at that moment. My husband, Emanuele Uccello, shielded his childhood sweetheart, Melina Costa, with his towering frame. He draped his overcoat over her trembling body.He was a Don who ruled Regalia's underworld with an iron fist. He was ruthless, merciless, and never one to let his emotions show. Yet, at that moment, he gave every ounce of his tenderness and patience to the woman in his arms, even though she had just caused an unimaginable disaster.Melina buried her face in his chest, her voice choked with emotion as she looked utterly remorseful. "This is all my fault, Emanuele. Curiosity got the best of me, and I just wanted to practice defusing a bomb. I didn't mean for this to happen. Had I not touched it, Signora Lombardi would've been fine…"Right after saying that, she stole a glance at me. An almost imperceptible look of triumph flickered across her eyes. Emanuele frown

The Uccello Famiglia wanted to stabilize its various overseas factions and cover up the scandal caused by the botched rescue operation, so they swiftly classified the container explosion tragedy as an accident caused by an enemy ambush. To protect Melina, who had been left psychologically traumatized by the ordeal, Emanuele voluntarily took full responsibility and specifically arranged a press conference for overseas business figures and the underworld. The lavish ballroom was packed with guests, as representatives from every faction and members of the press gathered in one place. Emanuele looked somber as he apologized before countless cameras, yet every word he said defended Melina. "This is the first time Melina has faced a life-or-death crisis. Her courage to attempt to defuse the bomb is commendable. Even though the outcome is heartbreaking, we can't dismiss her sincere intention to help." Melina stood beside him in a plain, muted-colored gown, sobbing uncontrollably in fr

The bombshell of a scandal reverberated throughout both the underworld and the business world, dragging the Uccello Famiglia through the mud. After the dust settled, Emanuele locked himself inside his manor, refusing to step outside for days on end. The man who had once wielded control over a massive empire and acted with ruthless decisiveness had now completely lost his former edge and spent his days in a state of desolation. He only made an appearance when Clarissa's funeral was held. He was gaunt beyond recognition, his eyes deeply sunken and his back hunched.Melina came to pay her respects as expected. Dressed in a simple black floor-length dress, she intended to pull the same old trick. She hurried up to the memorial altar, bending her knees as if she was about to sink to the floor and burst into tears. Melina reenacted the remorseful, helpless demeanor she had assumed before, attempting to win the understanding and forgiveness of the elders of the Uccello Famiglia and the

The 100th day after Clarissa's death, I organized a memorial gathering. I chose Uccello Manor as the venue and sent out invitations far and wide, inviting the Famiglia elders, key figures within the syndicate, and various media outlets.The invitations were delivered directly to Emanuele and Melina. Given the circumstances, neither of them could come up with a plausible excuse to avoid it, so they had no choice but to attend. Emanuele arrived early, looking gaunt and haggard as he stood alone in a corner of the crowd. The constant barrage of rumors and the interrogations from the council weighed on him until he could barely breathe. His brows were knitted together, and a deep sense of unease had begun to rise in his heart. Melina stayed by his side, pretending to be beside herself with grief. A sliver of hope still remained in her heart. She was convinced that as long as she flatly denied everything, no one could convict her. The memorial service officially commenced, and everyo

Life gradually settled back into tranquility. Seven days later, one morning, a lawyer arrived at my door. "Hello, are you Signora Ombretta Lombardi? Before her passing, Signora Clarissa Fontana entrusted me with the task of delivering her personal effects to you." He handed me a sealed envelope and a key to a safe. After seeing the lawyer out, I opened the envelope. Clarissa's gentle handwriting came into view. "Bretta, my dear child, by the time you read this letter, I imagine innumerable tragedies have already taken place. Emanuele, that foolish young man, ultimately made the wrong choices after all. "I realized early on that Melina was up to no good. She constantly whispered poison in Emanuele's ear, and her ambition was plain to see. "I was afraid she might breed disaster and hurt you, so I secretly kept some audio recordings and evidence. If something were to happen in the future, perhaps they could help you. Don't grieve for me. Live your life freely and with a clear