Semua Bab My Mafia Boss Boyfriend Betrayed Me with My Sister: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Victor's hand froze around his cigar."Sofia, we've been together for three years, and you're still this uptight! Now you want to control the future Donna too?"I met his furious glare and calmly took out the gold pocket watch the old Don had left me. It bore a cross."Victor, we swore a solemn oath before the old Don died. When it comes to money, my word is final."Victor stared at the pocket watch, his jaw clenched, but in the end he didn't say a word. He turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.The living room went quiet. The only sound was the grandfather clock ticking.Five years ago, the old Don died suddenly of a stroke. Victor was only 24, and the elders were circling like vultures.I was the one who stood up to the threats. I cut the estate's lavish spending and used the money I saved to pay off politicians in Rome and keep the rank-and-file gunmen fed.Back then, the elders had Victor so cornered he could barely breathe. Late one night, he came to my study.He pi

The tension on Victor's face eased, and he reached out to touch my cheek."Sofia, I knew you'd always put the family first. Don't worry. From now on, I promise I'll..."I turned my head away and cut him off."But this is the last time. After this, I don't owe either of you anything."Ten minutes later, we were in the council hall.Antonio smashed his bone china teacup against my forehead.The porcelain shattered. Scalding tea mixed with blood ran down my face and blurred the vision in my left eye."You traitor! A five-million-dollar shortfall nearly got all our men at the Palermo port killed! Sofia, what do you have to say for yourself?"I knelt on the floor with my back straight. I didn't wipe away the blood, and I didn't spare a single glance for Victor at the head of the room."It was my mistake. I accept the punishment."Victor sat on the Don's throne. His fingers tightened on the armrest, and for a moment he looked pained.But he quickly composed himself and made the announcement

Sofia's POV:I was sitting in an office on the top floor of the tallest skyscraper in downtown Milan.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the financial district bustled. Sunlight fell across the wool carpet. There was none of the sea air and gunpowder stench I'd known in Sicily.I wore a sharp, dark gray tailored suit. The wound in my side had healed under the care of a private medical team.The office door opened, and Dante Moretti walked in carrying two cups of pour-over coffee.He set the one with less sugar on my desk and tapped the financial statements on it with his long fingers."Seventeen multinational subsidiaries under the Moretti Group, plus a few offshore laundering channels, and you sorted out all their books in just two days?"I set down my pen and looked up at him."The third subsidiary's tax structure had a hole in it. I've already had the legal team redo the offshore hedging plan. It should save the group an extra twenty million euros in taxes next quarter."Dante ra

Sofia's POV:Milan. The International Finance Summit and Charity Gala.Under the crystal chandeliers, the room glittered with silk and diamonds. Italy's political and business elite drifted through it with glasses of champagne.I wore a backless wine-red velvet gown and walked into the main hall on Dante's arm.The gown covered the scar on my side perfectly, and a priceless diamond necklace set off my pale skin.Back in Sicily, to keep those vicious elders in line, I'd worn nothing but conservative black and gray suits for years, with my hair pinned up without a strand out of place.This was the first time I'd ever appeared in public with my long wavy hair down and bold makeup on."That must be Ms. Rinaldi, Mr. Moretti's new CEO.""I heard she launched a series of short sales on the secondary market this week. In five days, she forced trading halts at three of the Lorenzetti family's listed companies. She's as ruthless as they come!"Hushed admiration and flattery rose around us.Dante

Sofia's POV:After that, I never had any contact with Bella again.She tried calling me a few times later, but I hung up each time.Whether she was down and out in Paris or living it up, it had nothing to do with me anymore.As her sister, I'd done everything I could to take care of her. My conscience was clear.Two weeks later, an abandoned bonded warehouse at the port of Genoa.Old Don Lorenzetti, who should have been in prison, bribed an insider to help him escape. With the few dozen desperate men he had left, he ambushed Dante and me on our way to inspect the handover of the port assets.Heavy gunfire erupted in the night. Bullets hit the windows of the bulletproof car, sending up showers of sparks."Fall back to Warehouse Three!"Dante stayed completely calm. He shoved me down into the passenger footwell, turned the wheel with one hand, smashed through the roadblock, and drove straight through the warehouse doors.The bodyguards quickly pulled down the steel shutter and formed a d