Lahat ng Kabanata ng Left Behind on My Honeymoon, The Mafia Heiress Returns: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Dante and I had been planning this honeymoon for years.In the six years we had been together, we’d rarely had any time that truly belonged to us.Dante was the Don of the Moretti family.There was always another deal to oversee, another meeting to attend, another dispute within the family that demanded his attention.Sometimes, we would be halfway through dinner when his phone rang.He would leave without hesitation.By the time he came home, the food on the table would be cold.He always apologized the same way.He would come up behind me, wrap his arms around my waist, and rest his chin on my shoulder.“Just a little longer.”“Once everything settles down, I’ll take you to the coast.”There was a white villa there, perched on the edge of a cliff.The sea was visible from the bedroom windows, and a flight of stone steps led down to a private beach reserved for the estate.Three years ago, Dante bought it for me as a birthday present.Shortly before our wedding, he pressed a tender ki

That afternoon, the convoy continued north.The weather worsened with every mile.Heavy clouds pressed down over the mountains, and powerful gusts sent the trees along the road thrashing back and forth.I warned Dante, “There are a lot of sharp turns ahead, and the road may be icy. You should slow down.”Bianca was checking her pistol.She didn’t even look up.“If you’re scared, close your eyes and go to sleep, Ariana.”“Don’t distract Dante while he’s driving.”Dante glanced at me in the rearview mirror.“If you’re tired, lie down for a while. I’ll wake you when we reach Naples.”I slowly released my grip on the seat belt and turned toward the window.The moment I saw the first snowflake drift past the glass, old memories began surfacing one after another.Four years ago, the Moretti family had come under attack.I took a bullet meant for Dante and spent an entire month in the hospital.On the day I was discharged, Bianca ran into trouble outside the city.Dante didn’t even stay long

Ariana's POVHe took off his coat and draped it over my shoulders, shielding me from the bitter wind.“The Don is waiting for you at the estate.”I nodded and followed him onto the helicopter.As the door closed, I looked down at the gas station one last time.The highway stretched into the fading dusk. The guards Dante had promised to send were still nowhere in sight.The rotors kicked up a cloud of dust, and the empty parking space below quickly shrank to a gray blur.I turned away and never looked back.The Bellini estate had barely changed. The black iron gates swung open, revealing the long, illuminated drive.My father stood at the foot of the steps. Five years had left streaks of silver at his temples.I climbed out of the helicopter, suddenly at a loss for words.He held out a hand. When I hesitated, it hovered between us as his eyes slowly reddened.“You're home. That's all that matters.”The fragile composure I had been holding on to shattered.I threw my arms around him and

Ariana's POVTwo months after returning to the Bellini family, I took control of the west port.Its director had close ties to several capos, and my father advised me to leave it alone for the time being. I spent three weeks auditing shipping records, uncovered twelve fraudulent contracts, and removed everyone involved at Monday's meeting.After word spread, fewer people questioned my authority.Some still assumed my father would eventually take back the power he had given me. When customs unexpectedly detained one of our freighters, several directors went over my head and called him.He ended the call in front of them and told them to come to me.I spent the night reviewing the declarations and traced the problem to a cargo code in the old system.By noon the following day, the ship had been cleared to leave.I did not punish anyone for bypassing me. Instead, I introduced a new approval process at our weekly meeting. From then on, the documents they submitted bore my name in the prope

Ariana's POVA year later, my father named me acting head of every Bellini operation.As my father placed the silver eagle signet ring in my palm, the men around the conference table rose. Capos who had once questioned me lowered their heads and waited for my first order.I approved the west port redevelopment, shifted three high-risk routes into legitimate shipping, and established an independent audit division.Revenue dipped briefly, then recovered through new trade agreements.The final test of my first year as acting head came at the south port. A rival family incited a strike, and several capos urged me to use force.I discovered that the contractor had been withholding benefits for years. I terminated the contract on the spot and ordered Finance to repay every worker.By sunset, they had reopened the road.When my father heard, he gave me the key to the safe reserved for the head of the family.The security system Lorenzo installed prevented two attempted breaches at the port. W