The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

I scrolled back through their messages.For eight months, Luca had been “inspecting the docks.” I could count the days he’d spent with me.I’d endured morning sickness alone, gone to prenatal appointments alone, afraid of interrupting his work.In the photographs, he’d been with Bianca through her entire pregnancy.He put away his gun and wore an apron to cook.He walked with her, took her shopping, held her hair back when she was sick.He attended every appointment.I’d asked him to choose our baby’s name so many times.Hours later, he would reply: “A name’s just a name. Anything will do. I’m busy with the family. We’ll decide after he’s born.”When Bianca first became pregnant, he’d already started considering hundreds of names.He had written: “What about Dante?”“Or Lorenzo?”“Leo. Like a lion. He’ll sit firmly on the Moretti throne.”Every checkup earned her a present.Jewels once owned by royalty. A limited-edition armored sports car.The message read: “To celebrate another healt

Luca called a few hours later.“Did you get your wound treated? I had them use an ointment on Bianca that won’t affect breastfeeding. What I said today was wrong.”He paused before continuing.“But the medication you’re taking isn’t safe for breastfeeding, and Leo still needs her. I’m only looking after her because I’m grateful. Don’t read anything else into it.”“I’m fine.”I looked down at my leg. Fresh blood was seeping through the bandage again.“Take good care of her. Don’t let the baby go hungry.”“I knew you’d be reasonable. I spoke to Mother too. She won’t give you any more trouble.”Relief softened his voice.“You gave this family an heir. I’m throwing a celebration the day after tomorrow. I’ll make it up to you properly. Wait for me.”That night, the same story played again and again on the Chicago news.Luca Moretti, head of the Moretti business empire, had deployed his private helicopter and called in dozens of surgical specialists.All to treat a minor knife wound on the w

“Where did this come from?”Luca kept his voice low.His man shook his head.“It arrived with the divorce papers. There’s more.”Three items lay inside the smaller envelope.The death record. A release form for the remains. A photograph of me holding a white-wrapped bundle.It had been taken outside the hospital’s rear entrance.My right leg was bandaged. Bloodstained clothing showed beneath my coat. The bundle in my arms was very small.No bodyguards. No driver.Only a nurse supporting my elbow.Luca stared at the photograph and remembered calling me that night.He had asked whether I’d treated my wound.I’d told him I was fine. To take care of Bianca. Not to let the baby go hungry.At the time, he’d thought I was finally being reasonable.“Luca?”Bianca tried to see what he was holding.He pulled the papers away and handed Leo to the nanny.“The party’s over.”Rosa frowned.“Don’t be ridiculous. We haven’t cut the cake. Some of our most important guests just—”“I said it’s over.”He

Luca’s call connected the following afternoon.I’d changed my number but kept the old phone.Not for him.For the nurse who had helped me bring my baby out.When his name appeared, I started a recording before answering.“Evelyn.”His breathing was heavy.“Finally. Give me the address. I’ll come get you.”“Have you signed?”A pause.“Don’t start with divorce. You’ve been through something traumatic. We need to talk in person.”I watched the medication drip through the IV line.“Then talk. How did my baby die?”Silence.Then his voice softened.“The doctor told me. It was more serious than we realized. There may have been an error in judgment—”“Whose judgment?”“Evelyn.”“Did the doctor stop treatment, or did you order it?”Instead of answering, he asked whether someone was with me.I gave a short laugh.“Worried I’m recording?”“I’m worried someone’s using you.”Across the room, Nora closed her book.Luca continued.“The baby is gone. Torturing yourself won’t change that. Leo needs a

When Luca returned to the estate, Bianca was choosing celebration photographs.The photographer had sent a full proof album.Every image she marked showed herself with Luca and Leo.“This one for the nursery?”She looked up and noticed the hospital’s security manager behind him.Her hand stopped over the page.Luca placed a printed image on the table.“You were in the neonatal unit.”She glanced at it and nodded quickly.“I was worried about your baby. I went to check. What’s wrong?”“Evelyn knows about him.”Something shifted in her expression.Then she frowned.“Did that nurse tell her? I said those people couldn’t be trusted—”“I didn’t say anything about a nurse.”Bianca stopped.Luca watched her.“What did you say to Evelyn before she left?”“What could I say? She’s always hated me. She thinks I take your attention.”She closed the album. Her eyes filled.“Are you interrogating me? I risked Matteo finding out to give you a son, and now you’re taking her—”“Give me your phone.”She