Todos los capítulos de The Don's Secret Lover Married Another Man: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

After lying awake in a hotel until dawn, I took a car back to the hillside estate where I'd lived for five years.When I pushed the door open, I almost thought the driver had brought me to the wrong place.The marble wall that used to be bare was covered in photos, each showing Luca and Sofia when they were young.The Luca in those pictures smiled. He bent to kiss her forehead. He let her wrap her arms around his neck from behind.Over those five years, I'd begged him again and again for just one picture of us in the entryway.He'd scowled and lectured me. "Aria, know your place. Nobody here gets to stand beside me."Sofia had been back for one night, and the wall that had stood bare for five years was hers.I heard footsteps behind me. Luca came down the stairs in a silk robe, and his eyes followed mine to the photos."Sofia likes things lively. She had them hung last night."When he talked about her, the tension left his face, and a fond smile touched his lips."She saw the matching

Before Marta could finish, Sofia started crying, clutching her hand."Luca, if you can't bring yourself to punish her, I'll just go."I'll go back to Paris and fend for myself, and I'll never get in your way again!"Luca's arms tightened around her, and he snapped, "Quiet. You're not going anywhere!"Then, without bothering to hear me out, he looked straight at me."Next time, you're going back to Boston."Even if your father begs me in person, there won't be a place for you anywhere in Sicily."The burns were still weeping. I pressed my collar down with my good hand so the soaked fabric wouldn't keep rubbing my skin."There won't be a next time.""What's that supposed to mean?"Sofia let out a perfectly timed little whimper, and his attention went straight back to her.Luca scooped her up and strode toward the door.As he passed me, he glanced at my red, peeling arm, and annoyance crossed his face."You come too. Get that treated at the hospital."In his private armored car, I sat alo

Aria's POV:In the Cathedral of the Holy Angels, I walked up the aisle on Matteo's arm.My father sat in the front row, his eyes red the whole time.Matteo and I had already married at the town hall that morning. The church ceremony was the big wedding he'd promised me.The priest opened the book. "Aria, do you take Matteo as your husband, to share with him the honor and the duties of his family?""I d—""She doesn't!"Someone kicked the heavy doors open, and the guests all turned.Luca stormed into the church with dozens of his guards, his black tie askew, his eyes bloodshot.Their guns swung around the room, and the Romano family's men drew theirs at the same moment.Matteo pulled me behind him. "Don Ferraro, you want to start a war at my wedding?""Move."Luca shoved past the men in his way, came up to me, and held out his hand."Aria, come back with me."His hand was shaking.For five years, no matter how he hurt me, all he had to do was hold out his hand and I'd go back to him.No

Three months after the wedding, Matteo joined forces with several families to go after Luca's business in Sicily.All eight of his money-laundering ports were seized, and at their meeting, the Council of Elders demanded he give up his position as Don."The Romano family has only given us seven days."One of the Elders pushed a file across the table to Luca. "Don, hand over the ports and the arms route, and the Ferraro family can still keep half its assets.""Get out."As soon as the meeting ended, several Frenchmen barged into the estate and slapped a loan agreement down on the table.The debtor named on the contract was Sofia.With interest, the debt came to sixty million euros.The man in charge spoke up. "Ms. Russo put up the Ferraro family's ports as collateral.""Who said you could put my property up as collateral?"Sofia grabbed the contract and flipped through a few pages, and the color drained from her face."These signatures are forged."The Frenchman sneered. "Every transfer

A year later, Matteo was there with me for my last skin graft.The dark red rose on my inner thigh was gone for good, and a blue butterfly with its wings spread now covered the old scar.When the tattoo artist put down the needle, Matteo took my hand."Did it hurt?""Much less than getting the old one removed."He bent and kissed my forehead. "Nothing's going to hurt anymore."Luca survived the attack too.The beam had crushed both his legs, so the doctors had to amputate them below the knee. The damage to his spine meant he would never stand again.The Council of Elders seized the chance to strip him of his position as Don and sent him to a monastery on the coast near Naples.Every month, the hospital sent the bills.My father asked if I wanted to stop paying for his treatment. I shook my head.Staying alive was painful enough for Luca.Three years later, in early summer, Matteo and I took our twins, just over three months old, to Piazza Navona.Our daughter slept in the stroller, and