All Chapters of Betrayed by the Don, Carrying His Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sarah's POV:A year after escaping the flooded cell, I still woke from nightmares of electric shocks and whippings.In my dreams, I prayed again and again for my husband to save me. He never did.It was the same in real life.Marcus DeLuca was my husband and the Don of New York's largest mafia family.Four years ago, an ambush in Philadelphia nearly killed him.I took three bullets for him and used the last of my strength to shove him down the slope and into cover.The rival family that captured me interrogated me, drugged me with hallucinogens, and starved me, trying to make me reveal the DeLuca family's accounts, warehouses, and shipping routes.I didn't tell them a thing.A year ago, I finally escaped.Marcus was surprised to see me, but he still made sure doctors took good care of me.Once I'd recovered a little, he gathered the DeLuca family's senior members and announced, "This is my wife. Anyone who disrespects her is challenging me."I took it as proof that he still loved me, r

Sarah's POV:Marcus didn't come home that night, and I stayed up until morning sorting through photos from when I was a girl.I was the youngest Romano daughter, and the hardest to handle.The DeLuca and Romano families had been allies in New York for decades, so I'd known from a young age that I would marry Marcus someday.On our wedding day, he vowed, "Sarah, you'll never have to bow your head to anyone. If I ever betray you, you can cut off my ring finger."I laughed."I don't think I'll ever get the chance to use that promise."I thought my life would stay that perfect forever.Until Rachel showed up.Rachel was a waitress at a private club Marcus often visited. One day, she spilled a drink on him.He found out afterward that she was a sophomore film student at NYU.At least, that was the version he told me.At first, it was easy enough to accept what he did for her.He paid her tuition and rented her an apartment.Then he found her a reliable agent to take her to auditions.Before

Sarah's POV:Even Howard drew a sharp breath."Ms. Bellini, isn't that a little too dangerous?"Rachel nudged Marcus's shoulder, all sweetness."Honey, you're the gun expert. What do you think?"Marcus turned to me. "Rachel just wants to play a game with you. She won't hurt you. I'll have Tony, who runs the range, and his security team watch the whole time."Watching them cuddle on the couch, I felt as if they were the real family and I was the outsider.At that moment, I was just glad my lawyer's latest email had come through.I handed him a document."I'll agree to the game. But since you swear nothing will happen, why don't you sign this safety agreement?"From his expression, I could tell he thought it was ridiculous.I flipped the document to the last page and handed him a pen.He stared at me for two seconds, then took the pen with a sigh and quickly signed his name."Satisfied?"I took the document back and exhaled in relief.What he didn't know was that the last page of that sa

Marcus's POV:The reporters were still shouting questions as Daniel and six bodyguards forced a path through the crowd and got Rachel and me into the Escalade. We sped off."That video was destroyed years ago."My voice was calm.Anyone close to me knew that kind of calm meant I was seething.Daniel lowered his head. "We're still looking into it. The first files were posted by an anonymous account. The upload was routed through several overseas servers. By the time we traced it to the source, the account had been deleted."I turned to look out the window. Someone had secretly kept a copy. That was something I could never forgive.Rachel's phone rang just then. I couldn't hear what the caller said, but her voice shot up."What do you mean the brands are pulling out? What about the Golden Globes?"A few seconds later, she turned to me, tears already falling."They pulled my Best Actress nomination. I've lost millions of followers on social media. Everyone's calling me a whore."She grabb

Sarah's POV:Three months later, ROMANO held its first high jewelry auction in Sydney.The venue was a glass ballroom overlooking Sydney Harbour.Collectors and jewelry buyers weren't the only ones there. A few fashion outlets had sent reporters all the way from the U.S. and Europe just for the event.I was standing beside the stage, about to introduce the final collection, when I spotted a familiar figure in the crowd. I froze.Marcus.In the months since I'd last seen him, he'd lost a lot of weight.His expensive black suit still fit him perfectly, but the arrogance he used to carry was gone.A pale scar ran along the side of his face, and he moved his right shoulder stiffly.Our eyes met across the crowd. I looked away quickly. I had more important things to do today.The first lot was a black opal necklace, with an opening bid of two hundred thousand Australian dollars.The auctioneer had barely announced the price when Marcus raised his paddle."One million."The ballroom went sil