All Chapters of The Don Sacrificed My Sister To Save His Lover: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The next morning, I received a confidential letter from Julian Ferro.Julian had been a student of my father's old friend and now handled cross-border shipping disputes for the port city's Family council. His letter was clear: the Volkov family had never demanded Lucia by name. What they had actually proposed was three years of priority purchasing rights for grain, medicine, and winter fuel along the northern route, plus a port corridor free from Moretti inspections.The claim that the marriage required Lucia was a lie Viola had fabricated after bribing a Volkov underboss.She needed a replacement valuable enough to clean up the mess she'd caused. And Matteo needed a respectable ceasefire deal, so he had written my sister's name into it without a second thought.I brought the letter to Matteo. He was in the underground meeting room, listening to reports from the district heads. Both sides of the long table were packed. Viola sat at his right, and in front of her lay a set of dock ledge

Two days before the wedding, Lucia was allowed to visit me at the clinic.She had grown much thinner. There were fresh bruises ringing her wrists. The guards said she had tried to climb the garden wall the night before and had been injured when they caught her. I rolled up her sleeve to check, but she took my braced right hand and held it against her chest instead, tears falling one by one onto the bandages.In sign language, she told me she would go. If it meant I could leave the Moretti household alive, she was willing to get in that car.When she finished, she rang the bell once, as if to prove she was truly all right. A second later, the bell rang three times in her palm.I held her tight. "You don't have to trade yourself for my freedom. Father didn't leave us those roads so we could pave them with each other's lives."Footsteps sounded outside. I told Lucia to dry her eyes and lay back down on the bed. Matteo and his advisor were talking in the hallway. The door wasn't fully shut

When the convoy reached the north gate of the port city, a row of headlights flared to life ahead.Over a dozen black sedans were parked across the road. The trucks behind them were loaded with jewelry, cash, property deeds, and warehouse keys. The deed to the old Belardi family home sat on the hood of the lead car.Matteo stood in the middle of the road, still wearing his black formal suit from the opera house. He carried no gun, and none of his men had their weapons raised. He simply walked to our car door after we stopped."This is compensation." He looked at me through the window. "Everything your father invested in the Morettis: the money, the warehouses, the convoys. I'm returning it threefold. The old house has been bought back too. Sera, come back with me. Let's talk this through."People had gathered along both sides of the road. The head of the Moretti Family had never backed down to anyone. Yet there, in front of all his men, he slowly went down on his knees in front of my c

The following spring, the neutral freight market in Graystone officially opened.Every family on the northern route could purchase grain, medicine, fuel, and legal building materials here, but weapons, drugs, and human trafficking were forbidden throughout the Belardi warehouse district. Some laughed that I was running a crime family's business like a charity. My only response was, "If you want to use my roads, you follow my rules."Within three months, the number of gunfights had fallen by half. Small gangs that lived on hijacking lost their market. For the first time, residents along the route dared to keep their shops open after dark. The council gave me control of access along the northern route. Even the Volkovs were no exception.On the night of the opening celebration, Julian and I were in Warehouse Three, reviewing the final batch of fuel contracts. Lucia had gone to the station to meet an interpreter from the North. Most of the warehouse guards were stationed at the main gate.

Three years later, Lucia decided to get married.Her groom was Elio, a young interpreter from the North. The first time he met Lucia, he didn't make her signs sound prettier when he interpreted them, and he didn't try to make decisions for her because she was silent. He spent six months learning every sign she used, then joined her on convoy runs, at price negotiations, and during cargo inspections.The day he proposed, he set the ring on the table. He asked her first if she was willing, then asked for my blessing. Lucia smiled and rang the bell once before signing: That means safe, not yes. If you want to marry me, you'll have to understand my second answer without help.Elio's face went red with nerves. She deliberately made him wait a long time before slipping the ring on.On the eve of the wedding, Matteo sent an extravagant gift list: a lakefront house, two trucks, and a trust fund large enough to support them for life. Lucia kept only two cases of wedding candles and returned eve