Todos los capítulos de A Wedding for Her, a Grave for Me: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

Mirella's POV:"Va bene, Mirella. Seven days from now, I'll set up a shooting for you on a yacht."Before Mama died, she had asked her only brother to look after me. My uncle, Salvatore Greco, was a renowned Don of the Garrow City mafia. On the day I married Ettore Morandi, he had not tried to stop me. He had only sent me a message.[If the Morandi family ever betrays you, call me.]Ettore was the most powerful Don in Saverra, and slipping out from under his watch would be nearly impossible unless I faked my death. Ettore could never find out that I was pregnant.That was why I had asked my uncle to stage my death, and it was the very first thing I had done after getting home.I set down my phone and picked up the paper calendar beside me. I circled the day I would leave in a red pen, and the bright red seemed to mock my foolishness.Just then, a text from an unknown number came through with a photo of Ettore and Viola Bellini exchanging rings at their wedding.[Mirella, I hear

In the hospital room, Viola lay in bed while Ettore held her pregnancy test results. The baby was already two months along.Ettore's expression was grim. He frowned and said nothing.Viola hooked her arm through his. "Ettore, thank God the baby is okay. I was so scared. I almost lost our baby because of Mirella."Ettore coldly pulled her hand away. "Viola, I warned you not to let Mirella find out about the baby. If your stomach pain makes her suspicious, I won't let you off easy."Viola wiped away her tears, looking hurt."I'm sorry, but it really hurt so much. Besides, you were so worried about me just now. Don't you care about me even a little? Don't you love me?"Ettore's voice turned bone-chillingly cold. "Mirella is my wife. She's the one I love, not you."Viola's face stiffened. With tears in her eyes, she said, "I know I can never compare to Mirella in your heart. But she can't have children, and I'm the one carrying your baby."He fell silent.Viola's eyes grew even re

Ettore's POV:On our wedding anniversary, Mirella Santoro waited for me on the yacht, but I never showed up. I had no idea it would mean losing my wife forever.Mirella had been shot on the yacht. The shots had come one after another, seven in all.By the time I got there, all that remained was one of her shoes, her shawl, and blood everywhere."Mirella! Mirella!" I screamed her name like a madman, but the only answer was the sound of the waves.According to witnesses, Mirella had been thrown overboard after she was shot, and her body had sunk beneath the waves.Frantic, I climbed over the railing. A wild thought overpowered all reason. I was going to jump into the sea and save the woman I loved.Just as I was about to jump, I saw Viola running toward me in tears. "Don, please don't do anything rash, for my sake and the baby's. If Mirella's spirit knew, she wouldn't be at peace either.""Shut up! Mirella isn't dead!" I snapped.She went pale as she watched me lose my mind. "

Mirella's POV:After arriving in Garrow City, I opened an art collectibles shop under the name Serafina Greco. It gave me a quiet place to study art restoration, and at the same time, a chance to buy back the pieces Mama had made in her lifetime that had scattered over the years.All this time, I had been working tirelessly to restore Mama's statue, the one Viola had smashed.The damage was severe, and the restoration was incredibly difficult. Still, it was the only thing Mama had left me in this world, and I was determined to restore it to perfection no matter what.After several days of nonstop work, my stomach began to protest violently. The pain was unbearable, and I struggled over to the fridge to find something to eat. The moment I opened the door, everything went black, and I collapsed onto the floor.In my daze, I thought I saw a tall figure rush in."The doctor said you have low blood sugar from overworking yourself for so long. Serafina, you need to rest. Your baby need

The moment Renato finished speaking, Ettore lost control and squeezed the trigger just as Renato seized his wrist.Almost at the same instant, Uncle Salvatore burst in with his men.Bang!The bullet grazed past Renato's ear and lodged in the wall.The next moment, dozens of dark gun barrels were trained on Ettore.Ettore asked coldly, "Is the Greco family declaring war on the Morandi family?"Uncle Salvatore answered just as coldly, "Don, this is Garrow City, not Saverra. The woman in front of you is Serafina Greco, not your wife Mirella. I don't want to see anyone disturbing Serafina's rest. Otherwise, even if I have to stake the entire Greco family's honor on it, I won't let this go."Ettore's reply was hard and cold. "She's my wife. None of you will ever separate us—"He turned to look at me as I cut him off coldly. "I'm not your wife. I'm Serafina Greco. Please leave, Signor Morandi."Ettore lowered his gaze in disappointment. "I won't give up. I'll keep trying to win you