All Chapters of FORCED MARRIAGE: The Italian Mafia's Obsession : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Several weeks passed quickly. Every day, Luca and I met with the team of lawyers he had hired for me. They were the best in Los Angeles, specialists in cases of defamation, falsification of evidence, and conspiracy.They worked tirelessly, gathering evidence, interviewing witnesses, and developing a strategy to confront the hospital and everyone involved in the conspiracy to destroy me.I was sitting in the living room of our luxurious house, looking at the pile of documents scattered across the table. There were copies of the CCTV recordings that Luca’s team had managed to obtain, transcripts of conversations, and reports from former hospital employees who dared to testify. Everything showed that Ethan and Olivia not only had an affair at work, but were also involved in unethical practices that endangered patients.“My lawyers say the case will open next week. They’ve already sent the official summonses to the hospital and all the parties involved.”“Are you sure this is the right de

I looked at the small bottle in my hand, feeling its weight in my palm. It contained the tranquilizer prescribed by my doctor. I had taken it to Italy as a backup, but I had never really needed it because Luca was always by my side.“We have to see the doctor who prescribed this for you,” Luca said again.I nodded.“I can contact Dr. Patricia. She’s a psychiatrist and the one who prescribed this medication for me.”“Good. Call her now. I want her to be a witness at the trial.”I looked at him with wide eyes.“A witness? Are you serious?”“If we can prove that the medication you were taking was prescribed by a doctor and in safe doses, their accusation collapses. They’ll be left looking like liars who fabricated evidence. Dr. Patricia is the key to proving your innocence.”I swallowed. I never imagined I would have to involve Dr. Patricia in all of this. But Luca was right; it was a necessary step.“I’ll call her,” I said finally.I took my phone and looked for Dr. Patricia’s contact.

The next day, the atmosphere in our house was filled with immense joy. Dr. Patricia had agreed to be a witness, and with her testimony, I was sure that justice would arrive soon. Luca hugged me tightly, kissed my forehead, and promised me that everything would end well.But the happiness did not last long.While we were enjoying breakfast on the terrace of the house, my phone rang. I looked at the screen and froze. The number was very familiar to me: it was the one from the central office of St. Augustine Medical Center, the hospital where I used to work.“Answer it,” Luca said.I nodded, took a deep breath, and pressed the green button.“Hello?”“Dr. Camila?” The voice on the other end sounded formal, rigid, and cold. “This is Director Coleman, from St. Augustine Medical Center.”I felt my chest tighten. Director Coleman, the man who held the highest position when they fired me, the man who had firmly announced my guilt without listening to my defense, the man who had allowed Ethan a

I looked at Ethan coldly. His face, which had once been attractive, now looked disheveled, tired, and full of despair. Olivia continued crying beside him, her hands on her swollen belly as if protecting her baby from the devastating reality.“I’m sorry. I know those words aren’t enough. I know I destroyed your life, but I want you to know that I truly regret it,” Ethan said.I laughed bitterly.“You regret it? Now? After they sentenced you to prison? After you lost everything? You don’t regret it, Ethan. You’re just afraid.”“I always regretted it. I never wanted…”“Never wanted what? To destroy me? To frame me? To steal my license? You know what you did. You and Olivia decided to destroy me because I caught you in the bathroom. Because I knew too much. And now you come to me with false remorse?” I said.Olivia sobbed.“Please…”“Shut up, Olivia!” I looked at her with contempt. “You’re pregnant, right? Congratulations. I hope your baby doesn’t inherit the rottenness of the two of you.

Luca sighed deeply. I could see the tension in his jaw, his muscles hardened as if he were holding something back. But then, his expression softened. He took a step toward me and reached out, placing his warm palm on my forehead."You have a fever. You're very hot."I pulled away, brusquely pushing his hand aside."Don't try to divert my attention! This is serious! I heard a conversation about organ trafficking and they mentioned your name. I have the right to know the truth!"Luca sighed again, walked to the table and picked up his laptop."You're right, you have the right to know. But instead of explaining it with words, you'd better look for yourself."He opened the laptop and typed something. Then he turned the screen toward me."Here. Read it yourself."I approached warily, looking at the laptop screen. The official page of the Vitale company was open there. I read carefully, my eyes moving quickly from one paragraph to another."Vitale Company," I read in a low voice, "founded i