All Chapters of The Mafia’s Discarded Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The words echoed in my head.The person who ordered the attack paid with money transferred from a Vescari account.I stared at Victor, hoping he would tell me there had been a mistake.“Are you certain?”“We’re tracing the transaction. The account belongs to a company controlled by the Vescari family.”“That doesn’t mean Adrian ordered the attack.”“No,” Victor agreed. “But it means someone wants us to believe he did.”I looked toward Enzo’s room.“Can I see him?”Victor stepped aside.“He’s awake.”Enzo was sitting against the pillows when I entered. His shirt had been replaced with a loose black one, but the bandage around his shoulder was visible.“You should be resting,” I said.“So should you.”“I’m not the one who got shot.”“And yet you’re the one pacing outside my door like a worried wife.”I frowned.“Don’t start.”A faint smile touched his lips before disappearing.“Victor told you about the payment?”I nodded.“Was it Adrian?”“I don’t know.”“Do you think it was?”Enzo stu

For several seconds, nobody spoke.Enzo stood behind his desk, staring at Victor as though he had just announced the return of a ghost.“Say that again,” he ordered.Victor swallowed.“The photograph stolen from the storage unit included your father’s younger brother, Dante Moretti.”Enzo’s expression hardened.“Dante died twenty years ago.”“According to the official records, yes.”I looked between them.“Who was he?”Enzo slowly turned toward me.“My father’s younger brother. He disappeared after the Valenti massacre. Three weeks later, his death was announced. His body was never recovered.”I frowned.“Then how do you know he died?”“My father told us he was dead. The family held a funeral, and his name was removed from the organization.”“Was he involved in what happened to my family?”Enzo didn’t answer immediately.Victor opened another folder.“There’s something else. I found an old police report mentioning Dante. He was suspected of secretly helping Isabella Valenti escape the

The silver key felt unusually heavy in my palm.I kept turning it over, examining the tiny initials engraved near its handle.I.V.Isabella Valenti.My mother had carried this secret for years, trusting a man everyone believed was dead to protect it until I was ready.But ready for what?“Are you all right?”Enzo’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.I looked at him. His injured shoulder was still bleeding slightly through the edge of his bandage.“You’re hurt.”“I’ve been worse.”“That doesn’t make it acceptable.”A faint smile touched his lips.“You’re worried about me.”“I’m worried about having to explain to Victor why his boss bled to death because he refused to rest.”Victor, who was checking his weapon nearby, shook his head.“Please don’t encourage him, Mr. Valenti. He’s already difficult enough.”For the first time that day, I almost smiled.Then I remembered the men who had attacked us.“Are they gone?”“Some escaped,” Victor answered. “We found two unconscious men outside. Th

“He’s missing?”I stared at Enzo, hoping I had misunderstood him.“Yes,” he replied. “Victor’s men arrived at the doctor’s apartment, but someone had already taken him.”“How long ago?”“Less than an hour.”I turned toward Adrian.“Whoever did this knew we were looking for him.”Adrian’s expression was grim.“Then someone is monitoring our movements.”Enzo gave him a cold look.“Your family has a remarkable history of keeping secrets.”“Don’t start, Moretti.”“Both of you, stop!” I snapped.I was tired of their rivalry. Every time I came close to discovering something, another person disappeared, another document was stolen, or another secret emerged.“I want to know who took the doctor. That’s all that matters.”Enzo nodded toward Victor, who had just entered the office.“Tell us what you found.”Victor placed a tablet on the desk.“The doctor’s name was Dr. Samuel Hayes. He lived under a different identity for nearly twenty years. We discovered his location through an old Vescari me

“Who are you protecting?”My question hung in the room.Adrian stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the document Victor had placed on the desk.For the first time, the ruthless mafia boss looked like a man who had run out of lies.“Adrian,” I repeated. “Who killed my mother?”He dragged a hand through his white-grey hair.“You don’t understand what you’re asking.”“Then explain it to me!”Enzo remained beside the desk, watching him with undisguised suspicion.Adrian finally looked up.“Your mother wasn’t killed because she was a Valenti. She was killed because she discovered what Don Salvatore intended to do with the inheritance.”“What inheritance?”“The Valenti family controlled more than territory and businesses. Your grandfather established a private network that connected several powerful families. It held financial records, secret agreements, and evidence of crimes committed by the council.”I stared at him.“And my mother had access to it?”“Yes. She was the last person who knew