All Chapters of Sacrificed To The Don They Now Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

“Valeria, you have to save your sister!”I had just finished the minestrone. My mother burst into the kitchen, sobbing.I was so startled, I dropped the bowl. It shattered on the counter. Hot soup and ceramic shards went everywhere. It barely missed my feet.“Careful!” she screamed. She yanked me back by the arm. “Don’t move. Don’t step on the glass. What if you cut your foot?”Seeing the raw panic in her eyes, my heart ached.A mother’s instinct. She did care about me.When I was ten, a rival family kidnapped me. I ended up in a basement in Sicily. The shock almost killed my mother. She tried to end it, more than once. To save her, my father adopted Bianca. An orphan who looked a little like me.It took me ten years to fight my way back home. I’ll never forget that day. My mother held me and cried until she passed out. She swore she’d never let me suffer again.Her next words sent me straight to hell.“Bianca’s in terrible trouble! She spilled hot coffee into the Vitiello girl’s eye

Chapter 2

I didn’t stop on the first floor. I went straight upstairs.As I reached the landing, I heard Bianca’s loud, gasping breaths.Her bedroom door was wide open.She was leaning over the side of her bed, clutching her chest, dry-heaving. Apparently, the “extreme shock” triggered a panic attack.My fiancé, Julian, was sitting on the edge of the bed.He was stroking her back. Whispering softly to her.My feet felt like they were cast in lead.Julian and I grew up together. We were supposed to get married.When I returned from Sicily, he held me at the airport. He cried. He swore to protect me forever.Now, he was holding someone else.He heard my footsteps and looked up.He let go of Bianca and rushed over to me. He grabbed both my hands.He looked at me with so much emotion, like I was the love of his life. “Valeria, you have to go.”My heart shattered.“Just take her place as the hostage for a little while.” Julian played his final card. His voice was sick with fake sincerity. “I swear, on

Chapter 3

Mom's scream brought Dad and Dominic rushing upstairs.After a blur of chaos, I was shoved into a car and rushed to a private hospital.The room reeked of bleach.I lay perfectly still, keeping my eyes closed."I shouldn't have shoved her..." Dominic's voice held a rare trace of regret. "The way she looked at me last night... It was so cold. I was just too worried about Bianca.""You were way out of line! She's your real sister! She was burning up and you didn't even notice!" Mom scolded, her voice thick with tears.In the past, hearing them feel guilty for me would have made me open my eyes in relief.But now? It just felt pathetic.They were only offering cheap guilt after the damage was already done."Mom, don't blame Dominic." Bianca's frail voice chimed in perfectly on cue. "He was just trying to protect me. If Valeria blames me, let me go instead. I'll die for her."Dead silence in the room.Mom and Dominic, who were just full of regret, suddenly went totally mute.A few seconds

Chapter 4

"Selfish?" I looked at Julian and smiled faintly.Why was everyone calling me selfish?Mom wanted me to die for my sister. I hesitated. Selfish.Dominic wanted me to sacrifice myself for the family. I hesitated. Selfish.Now, my fiancé wanted to steal my only reason for living. And I was selfish.I didn't say another word. I turned and walked away."Valeria! You're going to regret this!" Julian roared behind me.The Porsche sped off, leaving me alone in the freezing autumn wind.I dragged my weak body back to the Costa estate.The moment I pushed the door open, the warm, joyful atmosphere in the living room died instantly.Mom was holding a glass of champagne, glowing with happiness.Dominic was smiling, affectionately ruffling Bianca's hair.On the coffee table, an iPad screen was lit up. Paris fashion news on the front page.“Ten minutes ago, top Parisian luxury brand officially signed mystery genius designer, Valkyrie.”Underneath, the real identity was listed in bold: Bianca Costa.

Chapter 5

The cars sped away. Silence choked the air.The living room of the Costa mansion felt suffocating. Mother collapsed on the couch. Her eyes were red."She didn't even bring a heavy coat." Mother's voice shook. "Will Valeria be okay?"Dominic slammed his glass on the coffee table. The glass cracked."Mom, stop falling for it!" Dominic scoffed. Irritation and disgust covered his face. "She even brought disownment papers! She is just throwing a tantrum!"My father, Victor, sat in his armchair. His face was dark. He said nothing."But the Vitiello Don... He is ruthless..." Mother kept crying."So what?" Dominic cut her off. Zero pity for his own sister. "She survived the Sicilian slums! She is a weed. She won't die!"To him, my resolve was just a cheap trick. A stunt. Just to compete with Bianca for attention."Let her rot in the Don's dungeon for a few days. She needs real fear. Then she will know the value of this family."Dominic downed his whiskey. A smug smirk appeared on his lips."

Chapter 6

I woke up. No freezing attic. No cheap bleach smell. I was in a soft, massive bed. A faint sting on my hand.The mob doctor adjusted my IV. He bowed his head. He left the room in silence.The dim wall light caught a huge silhouette. A tall, intimidating man sat in the armchair beside me.Don Massimo.He leaned in. His rough, calloused thumb gently rubbed my wrist. Right over my ugly old scar.The knife wound from my kidnapping. I was ten. Even my own mother hated that scar. She would look away in disgust. A disgrace to the family.But Massimo touched it like a fragile treasure. My heart skipped a beat.I stared at his cold, handsome face. A wave of bitterness washed over me.I almost died of fever in that attic. Where was Julian? My fiancé of years. He only wanted my life's work. He wanted to pave the way for Bianca.My real parents and my twin brother. I couldn't even stand. And they blamed me for waking Bianca.And here was this cold-blooded Don. The ruler of the underworl

Chapter 7

That night. The Costa banquet hall was blindingly bright.On stage. Bianca wore my pearl-white gown.She smiled. So sweet and innocent. Basking in the elite's praises."This is my life's work." Bianca held the mic. Fake tears welled in her eyes. "Thank you to my family. And my fiancé, Julian. You gave me the inspiration to keep going."The crowd cheered. Julian looked at her with pure devotion. My parents and brother beamed with pride.Right then. Two waiters pushed open the heavy doors. I walked in. I wore a striking red gown. Massimo at my side.Dead silence. The music stopped abruptly. Everyone held their breath. The crowd parted like the Red Sea.Mother gasped and covered her mouth. Her champagne glass shattered on the floor.Dominic's eyes bulged like he saw a ghost. Julian's sickeningly sweet smile froze. Pure shock took over.They really thought I died in the Don's dungeon.Massimo held my waist with one hand. We walked straight toward the stage.His gaze swept the room la

Chapter 8

Julian rushed back to his apartment like a ghost. His mind was a mess. Valeria on stage. Her cold, disgusted eyes."Didn't those stains bother you for even a second?" Those words tortured his brain like a curse.Julian grabbed a golf club like a madman. He smashed open Bianca's locked desk. Splinters flew everywhere.A coded drawer at the bottom. He found the original sketches hidden inside. His hands shook. He flipped open the top page.Yellowed paper edges. Dark brown, dried blood stains. They stabbed his eyes like a rusty knife.Real. It was all real. Valeria bled and cried in that dark abyss. He knew Bianca stole the title, but he took Valeria's life's work for granted. Just a sacrifice.He remembered his own smug face. Begging Valeria to step aside for Bianca. Julian completely broke down.He tore the flesh off the woman he supposedly loved. He handed it to a fake thief. Extreme self-hatred ripped him apart. Julian dropped to his knees. Surrounded by the sketches. He cov

Chapter 9

"Valeria! Please come out! See her one last time!"Heavy rain poured down.I stood behind the iron gates with a black umbrella. I watched them coldly. My twin brother Dominic. My ex-fiancé Julian.They used to be so arrogant in the Costa mansion. They gladly sent me to die. Now they kneeled in the mud with zero dignity.Dominic was soaked. His eyes were bloodshot and terrifying. His hands were covered in mud. But he gripped a stack of wet, torn paper.I recognized the pieces. He ran back to the freezing attic hours ago. He dug through the bottom of the trash can.It was the family portrait. I tore it to shreds the night my heart died."Mom is dying!" Dominic's voice was hoarse. He slammed his head into the muddy ground. His forehead bled endlessly."That bitch Bianca forced a whole bottle of heart meds down her throat! Mom is in the ER! Her heart is stopping!" He cried hysterically. "Valeria, please! She keeps calling your name!"Julian kneeled beside him. He couldn't even look u

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