All Chapters of Everyone Thought I Was the Don's Mistress : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rosaria slammed her wineglass down."Serafina, what on earth are you saying? The Mancinis don't need connections like that."Valentina laughed and slipped her arm affectionately through Rosaria's."Don't be upset. Serafina's used to it. You know how it is. Pretty women always get special treatment."Marcello stared at me. "You're still planning to go back and keep him company?"Growing up, I had always gotten whatever I wanted. The only fight Papa and I had ever had was over Marcello. No one loved me more than Papa did, so of course I would go back to him.Marcello shoved his chair back."If he values you so much, why won't he marry you? Or is he only willing to throw money around and have his fun, without ever giving you a real place in his life? Is that why you came running to me with a baby in your belly?"I looked at him, pulled off my wedding ring, and hurled it into the soup in front of him. Scalding broth splashed all over his face."I want a divorce."His anger caught

Before I could even make my move, Valentina could no longer contain her glee. She showed up at the family's annual gala on Marcello's arm.In front of the decorative backdrop, she leaned in and kissed Marcello on the cheek, her earrings swaying with the motion. They were a Mancini family heirloom. Rosaria had always thought I was beneath them and refused to give them to me.A few gazes shifted from the two of them to me."Serafina, isn't that your husband?"Before I could answer, Valentina walked straight up to me with her arm linked through Marcello's, making no effort to hide anything."Serafina, still out socializing while you're pregnant? That must be exhausting."I met her gaze. "The divorce isn't even final yet, but you already couldn’t wait."If you like him, keep him. Don't worry. I have no interest in fighting over trash."Someone nearby snickered. Several of the family members' wives looked at Valentina with open contempt, and one even turned away from her as if she h

Beyond the flickering candlelight, Marcello stood rooted to the spot. Two guards eventually reached his side, and he began thrashing wildly in their grasp."What do you think you're doing?"No one answered.Valentina reached out to grab him, but she was not faring much better herself. The guards were anything but gentle, and she struggled so hard that one of her shoes came off, leaving her a disheveled mess. She shot me a frantic look, her lips pale.Papa took a sip of his wine. "This batch is good. It came from the old country. “There are a few more cases in the cellar. Have some sent over to my wife later."The conversation at the table moved on to the vineyard Papa had just bought."I'm a Mancini! My father bled for this family! You can't treat me like this!"No one at the head table turned around. Everyone was still laughing about some politician's idiotic remarks.Marcello's voice rose even higher. "Sera! I'm your husband! Tell them to let me go!"I tore off a small pie

A few days later, I ran into Valentina at a private cocktail party. She had dyed her hair and was wearing a backless gown, and she was draped all over Lorenzo Morelli.Lorenzo came from a branch of the Morelli family. I had only met him a handful of times, and I was only there because I had heard he was getting married and Papa needed someone to put in an appearance.When he saw me, he spread his arms and came over with a grin."Serafina, you actually showed up. What a pleasant surprise.""The invitations you sent nearly buried my father's study.""Come on, Serafina, don't say it like that. I just wanted to see some old friends."I was about to reply when Valentina leaned down and whispered in his ear."Dear, didn't you say you'd show me the terrace?""What's the rush?""Well, it's a little stuffy in here.""Then go wait outside."Valentina froze.I picked up my teacup and looked out the window. After a moment of silence, Lorenzo suddenly laughed."What's this? Does my lit

When Marcello came to deliver the divorce papers, Papa was hosting several of the elders in the dining room. Marcello had made a point of changing into a suit, and he greeted Papa respectfully."Sera, I've thought it through. If this marriage makes you unhappy, I'm willing to let you go."He looked at me and lowered his voice. "But a divorce doesn't mean I've stopped loving you. I want to win you back, and this time, I won't let anyone hurt you."I flipped through the papers, checked the signature, and handed them to Enzo. Marcello's eyes followed the pages, then quickly returned to my face."I remember when we first met. You used to wait for my call every day. Even when I worked late, you refused to go to sleep before I came back. Eventually, I got used to it, and I figured you'd always be waiting for me no matter what happened."His eyes reddened."I'm the one who lost you. Sera, give me one more chance. I'm not asking to go back to the way things were, and I'm not asking for y