All Chapters of The Mafia’s Discarded Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Another child.Born on the same night as me.The stranger’s words followed me all the way back to the Moretti estate.I sat in the back of the car, staring at the photograph of my mother. Enzo sat beside me, unusually quiet.I finally broke the silence.“Do you believe him?”Enzo looked at me. “I believe someone wants us to think there’s another Valenti heir.”“But why?”“Because whoever controls the Valenti inheritance controls more than money. A second heir could challenge your claim.”I looked down at my mother’s photograph.“What if it’s true?”“Then we’ll find out.”His calmness irritated me.“That’s all you ever say. We’ll find out. We’ll investigate. We’ll wait for evidence. Meanwhile, everyone else seems to know more about my family than I do.”Enzo didn’t argue.Instead, he reached across the seat and gently took the photograph from my trembling fingers.“Luca, I know what it’s like to discover that the people who raised you built their lives on lies. But don’t let someone us

For several seconds, nobody spoke.I stared at the photograph Victor had placed on the table. The woman standing beside the black vehicle had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a face so familiar that looking at her felt like looking into a mirror.Except she wasn’t me.She was Elena.My twin sister.The sister I had never known existed.“She took Clara?” Marco’s voice cracked. “You’re telling me that woman took my fiancée?”Victor enlarged the image on his tablet. “She was present when Clara was forced into the vehicle. We haven’t confirmed whether she was responsible for the kidnapping or simply accompanying the people who carried it out.”“Don’t make excuses for her!” Marco slammed his fist against the table. “She was there!”I flinched.Enzo immediately moved closer, placing a steady hand against my back.“Marco,” he said quietly. “Shouting won’t bring Clara home.”Marco looked at him, his eyes bloodshot. “You don’t understand. She’s been missing for six months. Every time I get close to

I couldn’t stop staring at the message.Ask your husband what happened the night your sister was born.My husband.The words felt like a deliberate wound.Enzo stood across from me, his expression unreadable. Marco was still holding the photograph of Clara, while Victor silently examined the message.I finally looked at Enzo.“What happened that night?”He didn’t answer.“Enzo.”His jaw tightened. “I don’t know everything that happened.”“But you know something.”He glanced at the photograph of Elena. “My grandfather kept records of several operations involving the Valenti family. One file mentioned Saint Catherine’s Hospital.”My stomach twisted.“The hospital where we found our birth certificate?”He nodded.“What did the file say?”“That a second child was born to Gabriel and Isabella Valenti. It also mentioned an emergency transfer arranged before sunrise.”“Where was the child transferred?”“I don’t know.”I laughed bitterly. “You always seem to know just enough to keep me asking

The photograph remained on the desk long after the call ended.I couldn’t stop looking at Adrian’s face.He stood outside the old Moretti residence, speaking to a man whose identity remained hidden. The timestamp showed the photograph had been taken three hours before our arrival.Adrian hadn’t stumbled upon the house.He had been waiting there.“Where did this come from?” I asked.Victor examined the photograph. “It was inside the envelope containing the hospital authorization. Whoever left it wanted us to find it.”Enzo’s expression hardened. “Which means we shouldn’t assume everything in it is true.”I turned toward him.“Are you defending Adrian?”“No. I’m questioning the person manipulating us.”“There’s always someone manipulating us, isn’t there?”Enzo didn’t respond.I looked down at the hospital document again. Adrian’s name was clearly written beneath the authorization.For years, I had wondered how much he knew about my family. Now I was beginning to wonder whether our marr

The explosion threw me against the floor.For a moment, all I could hear was the ringing in my ears. Dust filled the air, and pieces of broken glass scattered across the office.“Luca!”Adrian’s voice came from somewhere above me.A hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me behind the overturned desk.“Are you hurt?”I coughed, struggling to breathe.“I think I’m fine.”Adrian examined my face, then checked my arms. His movements were quick, almost frantic.“You’re bleeding.”I touched my forehead and felt a warm trickle of blood.“It’s nothing.”“Stay down.”A gunshot interrupted him.Enzo fired toward the doorway, forcing two armed men to retreat.“Adrian!” he shouted. “Get him out of here!”Adrian looked at him.For a brief second, the two men seemed to forget their hatred.Then Adrian nodded.He pulled me toward the rear corridor while Enzo covered us.I stumbled over broken furniture.“Where’s the file?” I asked.“Forget the file.”“No! It contains the only information we have about