All Chapters of My Mafia Husband Chose Her, I Became His Nightmare: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

By the time I went back inside, the table was a mess of dirty dishes and everyone was gone.Then the door swung open.Lucien stood in the doorway, frowning. "Estella, the dining room's a disaster. Why haven't you cleaned it up?"Seraphina stood behind him with her hands on her hips. "You're doing it on purpose. You're mad because you saw us having dinner with Mom, right?"Severin appeared at the end of the hall and glanced over, cool and detached."It's one dinner. What's with the attitude? Don't forget your responsibilities in this house.""What responsibilities?" I asked flatly. "From now on, if you want to eat, cook for yourself. Do your own chores. I'm done waiting on you."Severin's frown deepened. "Don't be ridiculous, Estella. You're my wife. Isn't taking care of this family your job?"Lucien snorted. "Estella, it's not like you have a job. Why are you making such a big deal out of a few chores? Mom comes back, and suddenly you're throwing a tantrum. Who's that supposed to impre

I didn't know how long it had been when the dungeon door finally opened.Severin stood at the top of the steps, backlit, looking down at me."Come out."I braced myself against the wall and stood up.Everything in the house seemed different.The couch was new. White flowers stood on the coffee table. The throw pillows and floor lamps had been replaced. The whole house was now decorated in unfamiliar shades of warm white.I went up to the master bedroom. On the vanity, the photo of Severin and me had been replaced with a mirror, and the sheets I'd picked out myself were gone.I'd lived in this room for ten years, but in that moment, I barely recognized it.An unfamiliar perfume hung in the air, probably a scent Valerie liked.A dull ache went through my chest, as if someone had torn out a precious memory.If they were working so hard to erase every trace of me, then I might as well disappear completely.I let out a quiet breath and opened the closet. I took out my clothes one piece at a

On the plane to Sicily, the man sitting next to me took off his hat.The number belonged to Lorenzo. My late father had taken him in from the slums when he was a boy, and he was five years older than me.He grew up as Lorenzo Vittorio. My father had personally chosen him as his heir, and now he was the Don of the Vittorio family. His word was law.We grew up together.Until I was 15, I thought he'd be my big brother for the rest of my life.The year I turned 15, an internal war tore the Vittorio family apart. My father sent me away in the middle of the night, but I disappeared along the way.Everyone thought I was dead. Only Lorenzo refused to believe it.He spent four years searching, combing every corner of Europe.But by the time he tracked me down at that fight club in Brooklyn, Severin had already raided it and carried me out of the cage.Lorenzo was one step too late.Then, ten years earlier, he'd spotted the name Estella Savelli on a wedding guest list, and we finally got back i

When the auction ended, the crowd drifted toward the reception hall.Someone stopped me in the hallway.Lorenzo's bodyguards only let Severin get within three steps of me.His eyes were red, his voice hoarse and ragged. "Estella, where have you been for the last three years? I looked for you. I went everywhere you might have gone.""Did you?"I raised an eyebrow. "That must have been exhausting. After all, the day I left, you were too busy comforting Valerie to spare me a glance."He swallowed. "I looked into that crash afterward. The skid marks proved she never turned the wheel. She drove straight at you. She claimed you'd jumped out in front of her..."I cut him off. "She hit me twice with the same car. What are the odds of that?"He reeled back half a step, as if all the strength had left him.I said it slowly and clearly. "That morning, she'd already heard I was leaving. She wanted to make sure I saw how much you cared about her, so I'd be done with you for good."He opened his mou

Early the next morning, I was having breakfast in my hotel suite when the doorbell rang.One of Lorenzo's bodyguards came in with a message. "Ms. Vittorio, Don Savelli is downstairs. He says he needs to see you. He says it's important."I picked up my coffee and took a sip without even looking up. "Let him wait."He waited for three hours.I took my time finishing breakfast, practiced Italian phonics with Noah, and went over the details of next week's acquisition with Lorenzo.It was nearly noon before I changed and went downstairs.Severin was standing in a corner of the hotel lobby with his back to the tall windows.When he saw me, he took a step forward, then forced himself to stop.Dark stubble covered his jaw. His tie was crooked, and his shirt cuff was creased.He used to hate wrinkled clothes more than anything."Estella."His voice came out hoarse."I want to talk to you.""About what?""Valerie confessed to everything."He swallowed hard. "What happened three years ago was my