บททั้งหมดของ After Seven Years as the Don's Mistress, I'm Done: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

On my way home that night, I saw a new post on Domenica’s Instagram.It was a photograph.She stood in a warm, beautifully furnished living room holding a cake. Raffaele was looking at her, an easy smile on his lips.The caption read:[Moved into our new home today. Here’s to waking up next to Raffaele every day for years to come.]Several members of the family had already left their congratulations beneath it.Raffaele had replied with one word.[Always.]I stared at the words “our new home” until bitterness filled my mouth.As expected, Raffaele wasn’t home when I arrived.I lay in bed, my thoughts drifting in circles until sometime after midnight.At three in the morning, a nightmare jolted me awake. Out of habit, I reached for the warmth beside me, only to find cold sheets.I sat there blankly for a moment before calling Raffaele.“Where are you?”His voice was thick and unfocused, as though I had woken him.“What? I’m home.”Barefoot on the cold floor, I slowly curled my fingers a

The moment Raffaele saw me lying pale in the hospital bed, his expression changed.“Livia, what happened?”Losing my baby had left me hollow. I stared blankly at the man in front of me, unable to tell whether I hated him or regretted ever loving him.Domenica stepped forward before I could answer.“It was my fault. I followed Livia because I wanted to apologize for yesterday, and I rear-ended her car.”Her eyes filled with tears.“I swear I didn’t mean to hurt her.”Raffaele looked from her to me, his face hardening with concern.“Since it was an accident, there’s no reason to take this any further. Livia, whatever compensation you want, I’ll give it to you.”I let out a bitter, broken laugh.“Compensate me?”“Livia, it was an accident.” His voice lowered. “My brother is dead. I promised him I would protect her. I can’t let one mistake destroy her standing in the Family.”“So what do you want?”Raffaele drew a document from the inside pocket of his coat and placed it on the bedside tab

Raffaele's POVI returned to the estate that night.My underboss had laid out the traffic footage, vehicle data, and a month of Domenica's movements across my desk.On the video, Livia's car cleared the intersection while Domenica followed at a careful distance. The light ahead turned red. Domenica pressed down on the accelerator and drove straight into her.There was no loss of control. No delayed reaction. No attempt to brake.She had planned it from the beginning.My underboss handed me a bank record. "The day before the crash, Domenica used a private account to wire twenty thousand dollars to an employee at an obstetrics clinic. The employee confessed. Domenica paid her for Miss Bellandi's medical records."I stared at Domenica's authorization on the transfer, and the pain in my chest tore open all over again.She had not merely known Livia was pregnant.She had known how far along she was. She had known the dates of her appointments. She had known everything.I closed my eyes. "Br

Livia's POVThe night I landed in Paris, the bleeding started again.The project director who came to meet me at the airport took one look at my face and drove me straight to the emergency room. When the doctor learned I had boarded a long-haul flight the day after a miscarriage, he was furious. He ordered me to rest for at least two weeks.I was terrified the firm would withdraw its offer.Instead, the project director brought a laptop and a stack of files to my hospital room."Your position will be here when you're ready. A building that has stood for three hundred years can wait a few more days."I remained under observation for two days.After I was discharged, the director urged me to take more time. I refused and asked to begin with the interior survey work. That was how I officially joined the restoration of the Saint-Clair Theatre.A fire had cracked the main dome and buried the original colors of the frescoes beneath years of smoke damage. At the first project meeting, most of