Semua Bab The Don’s Sick Game Ends Tonight: Bab 1 - Bab 10

At the door, my phone buzzed again.I glanced back.Victor stood in the middle of the hall.He stared at his phone, typing like a madman.[If you leave me, I'll die!][Don't go... please don't go!]I locked my screen.I ignored it.A second later, a hand clamped down on my wrist.I turned around.His pale grey eyes glared at me.His mouth trembled.Barely noticeable.Through the screen, I could hear his soul screaming.But in real life?The Mafia Don tilted his chin up.He looked down at my feet with absolute disgust.His voice was ice, "Leave everything the Russos bought you. Including those shoes. Take them off. Then get out."I looked down.I wore worn-out Louboutins.Red bottoms.Six years ago, we got married.He secretly flew to Paris.He had top cobblers custom-make these for me.On his burner account that day, he wrote: [I'm going to make her the happiest bride in the world.]Even scuffed and old, I couldn't throw them away.They were my only piece of warmth in this suffocating

When my family went broke, my mother sold our only heirloom.Getting it back was her dying wish.Six years ago, Victor scoured the globe.He won it in a black market auction.He got down on one knee in the Family chapel.He proposed to me.Back then, his eyes were full of love.Using the necklace, he fastened my mother's only legacy around my neck.And now?He stared at me with pure ice, "I only gave this to you to marry you. Now you want a divorce. You're not my wife anymore. What gives you the right to take it? You don't actually think you're worth thirty million dollars, do you?"His cruel words smashed my pride to pieces.I choked back the pain, "Thirty million... I'll find a way to pay you back..."Victor roared. He cut me off, "I don't need it! Camilla, you think I want money? You threw this family away. I'll save the necklace for someone who actually wants to be my wife."Before I could process it, he walked right past me.Straight to Valerie.Right in front of my eyes, he faste

Victor’s eyes widened.He dropped to his knees in front of me.Like all the strength had just been sucked out of him.Hands that could strip a Glock in three seconds were now clutching my bloodstained dress.His knuckles were white.Shaking.His voice was shattered, a panic I'd never heard from him before, "This... where is this blood from? Camilla, answer me!"I looked down at him.The same man who’d coldly locked me in the dark yesterday.I smiled, but there was no warmth in it, "I warned you yesterday. I told you something was wrong. That I was bleeding. But the great Don Victor thought it was all an act."He snapped his head up, his eyes bloodshot, "Impossible! Your period isn't for another week! You're lying!"It was the sign he was about to break.I almost laughed.I looked down at him, "I'm lying? Valerie sheds one tear and you lock down the whole block. I beg for help and you think I'm just playing games for your attention. The Family is always fair, isn't it?"The color draine

Victor's POVThe cab vanished.I just sat there.In the Maybach.My hands were crushing the steering wheel.My chest felt like a fistful of broken glass.Every breath hurt.She didn't look back.I whispered, my own voice strange and scared, "She's gone..."It's the necklace, I told myself.That goddamn necklace.She's still pissed about the thirty million.I spun the car around.Floored it.Back to the penthouse.I burst into the bedroom.The diamonds were still all over the floor.I dropped to my knees.A madman picking up the pieces.My fingers were bleeding.I didn't notice.I kept muttering like a madman, "Fix it. Call the Family jeweler. Fix it now. She'll come back..."Then I smelled it.Something else.Blood.Thick.Wrong.This wasn't from a little stain on a dress.I stopped breathing.I dropped the diamonds.I scrambled, almost crawled, to the safe room.I kicked the door open.The marble floor.A huge pool of blood.Dried.Blackened.It burned into my eyes.A dark red net tig

Victor's POVThe words on the page burned into my skull."Six weeks pregnant."My hands started shaking.Uncontrollably.The paper crumpled in my grip."Miscarriage... complete. Cause: Blunt force trauma."I couldn't read the rest.That night.When I shoved her.When I locked her in that dark room.Our child.The child I'd wanted for six years.I killed our child.My pride.My pathetic honor as a Don.It all turned to dust.I fell to my knees.I held that single piece of paper and I screamed.A sound that wasn't human.My mother tried to hold me.I pushed her away.I didn't deserve comfort.Not from anyone.I turned the paper over.Her handwriting was on the back.Elegant.Clean.Three words."Just let me go."No anger.No blame.She was too tired to even hate me.I sat there on the cold floor.Empty.My father knelt beside me.His hand was heavy on my shoulder.He said nothing.My mother turned away, her hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking.That night, the Don of the Russo fami