All Chapters of The Mafia’s Discarded Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The silence after Enzo’s words was more frightening than his anger. I stood in the middle of his office, my fingers wrapped around the silver ring hanging from my neck. My mother’s ring had always been precious to me, but I had never imagined it could make a powerful mafia boss look so unsettled. “What exactly do you know about my mother?” I asked. Enzo slipped his phone into his pocket. “Not enough to tell you everything.” “Then tell me what you know.” His eyes studied my face. “Your mother was a Valenti.” “I know her surname.” “No, Luca. I mean she was part of the Valenti family. Not an ordinary family. They once controlled one of the most powerful criminal organizations in Europe.” I stared at him. “My mother never told me anything about that.” “Perhaps she was trying to protect you.” I shook my head. “She died when I was young. There was nothing mysterious about her death. I was told she was sick.” Enzo’s expression gave nothing away. “Who told you that?” “My fathe

I barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Enzo’s words.Someone has been searching for your mother.It was a strange thing to discover that the woman who raised me, the woman whose photographs I kept beside my bed, might have lived an entirely different life from the one I knew.I sat on the edge of my bed, turning her silver ring between my fingers.It was beautiful but unusual. A small silver serpent curled around a dark blue stone, its tail meeting its mouth. I had worn it on a chain since I was eighteen, after my mother left it among her belongings.She had also left me a wooden jewellery box.I had never bothered to examine it closely.Perhaps because I had been too young to understand its importance.Perhaps because I had been too afraid of remembering her.A knock interrupted my thoughts.“Come in.”Enzo entered, carrying a folder.“You’re awake.”“Apparently, sleep isn’t easy when you discover your mother might have been a mafia princess.”He almost smile

I was beginning to fear that the truth would hurt more than the lies.A knock sounded at my door.“Come in.”Enzo entered, dressed in a black shirt and tailored trousers. He carried a cup of coffee and a folder.“You look terrible,” he remarked.“Good morning to you too.”He placed the coffee on the bedside table.“I thought you might need this.”I picked it up.“Thank you.”He sat in the armchair opposite me.“Victor has been investigating your mother’s past. We found something interesting.”I immediately straightened.“What?”“Your mother didn’t die in the city where you grew up. At least, not according to the original Valenti records.”I frowned.“That’s impossible. I attended her funeral.”“I’m not questioning that. I’m questioning the identity recorded on the death certificate.”My fingers tightened around the cup.“Are you saying the woman we buried wasn’t my mother?”“No. I’m saying the records were altered. We need more evidence before drawing conclusions.”I placed the coffee

I stared at the message until the words blurred.Ask Enzo what his father did to the Valenti family.The warning had been brief, but its effect was devastating. It had planted a seed of doubt in a place I desperately wanted to keep untouched.Enzo had been kind to me. He had given me a room, protected me from Adrian, and treated me like a person rather than an object to be traded between powerful men.But kindness didn’t erase the fact that he was a Moretti.And according to everything I had learned, the Moretti family had once been connected to my mother’s destruction.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.“Luca?”Enzo.I quickly locked my phone and placed it on the bedside table.“Come in.”The door opened, and he stepped inside. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. His icy blue eyes immediately settled on my face.“You haven’t been sleeping.”“I’m not tired.”He studied me for a moment. “Something happened.”I looked away.“Why do you keep

I didn’t sleep that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother’s photograph. Her hand holding mine. The mysterious man beside her. The message written on the back.And Adrian.Why had he married me?For three years, I had believed our marriage was nothing more than a political arrangement between two powerful families. I had accepted his indifference because I thought perhaps, eventually, he would learn to love me.Now I wondered whether there had ever been anything genuine between us.By six in the morning, I was standing outside Enzo’s office.He looked up when I entered.“You’re still determined to see him?”“Yes.”“Luca, Adrian is not going to give you answers simply because you demand them.”“Then I’ll make him uncomfortable enough to speak.”A faint expression crossed Enzo’s face.“You’re becoming more dangerous than people realize.”“I’m tired of being afraid.”He stood and reached for his jacket.“Fine. But you’re not going alone.”I didn’t argue.An hour later, we ar