Todos los capítulos de He Made Me Take the Fall for the False Heiress，Now the Don Regrets Everything: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The pin on the silver eagle caught a thread as Luca removed it from my collar. He bent his head to smooth the fabric.He was so careful. It could have been any morning of the past eight years.But I watched his other hand as he set the eagle on the table and pushed it out of my reach.The bodyguard by the door saw him do it. He stood and gave his place to a man I didn't recognize.His name was Carlo. He ran one of the crews that had lost a man in the fire. The other two capos had sent him to collect the debt.He had put his pistol on the table when he arrived. He hadn't bothered to explain what he wanted me for.“You promised we were only coming here to answer a few questions.”Luca's jaw tightened.“Don't make this harder.”I opened the confession.According to the confession, I had burned the shipment to break Luca's alliance with the Morettis. No one outside these families would ever read it. Inside them, his signature beneath mine would be enough to have me killed.Three names foll

When Paolo, the bodyguard my mother had sent, arrived, I asked him to take me to the hospital first.Anthony was still awake. His daughter handed me a manila envelope containing the maintenance department's copy of the order to resume work.Beneath Sera's signature was Luca's handwritten approval.I took a photo and sent it to my mother. She replied almost immediately. Rinaldi, the Moretti consigliere, was on his way. Anthony and his daughter would be moved somewhere Luca's men couldn't reach.Only then did I go downstairs to have my hand treated.The nurse removed the bandages, found that my palm was bleeding again, and called a doctor to tend to it.Familiar footsteps sounded in the doorway.Luca stood there with a scarf, his driver behind him.“Didn't I tell you to go home?”He came over, laid the scarf across the back of a chair, and held up a hand to the doctor.“She doesn't handle pain well. Give us a moment.”For eight years, whenever I needed medical treatment, Luca would sit o

Luca left the eagle and the key on the table.That afternoon, his mother called and asked me to dinner at the family estate.“Luca says you want to spend some time in Sicily. You have to come over for dinner before you go.”She'd stayed with me all night when my adoptive mother died. I agreed to come. I wanted to say goodbye in person.Paolo parked outside to wait for me.At our monthly family dinners, I always sat on Luca's right. Today, Sera was in my chair, with the silver napkin ring I'd used for six years in front of her.His mother had given it to me. My name was engraved on it.A maid was about to pull out a chair at the far end of the table when Luca got up and came over.He handed her my coat and felt my hand.“Still cold. The soup will be out in a minute.”He led me to the empty seat and leaned down.“Sera needs to go over the guest list for the sit-down. It's easier with her sitting there. Sit down. I'll come join you in a minute.”I sat.He seemed relieved. He pulled up the

My mother was waiting at the hotel door. Anthony had spoken to Rinaldi from a guarded room in a Moretti house.Rinaldi had taken the maintenance report, the work order, and Anthony's saved messages directly to Salvatore, the oldest of the three elders who would hear the dispute.My mother drew me into her arms. “Your father's here. Would you like to meet him?”I nodded.He looked older than he had in the photographs. His temples had gone gray.“Your mother tells me you like fixing old cameras.”He handed me a box. Inside was a film camera.It was the same model as the first one my adoptive mother had bought me at a flea market.I took it, my throat tightening.He looked at my hand.“Does it hurt?”I nodded.His eyes reddened.I put the camera aside and hugged him.That evening, Rinaldi brought us the seating plan for the sit-down.My father slid it toward me, his fingertip resting on the place beside his.“Would you like to sit here?”“Let's keep the original arrangement for now.”My n

Sera reached for the report.Rinaldi held it in place with two fingers.“You'll get a copy. For now, leave it on the table.”The latch clicked behind my father's men.Sera turned toward my mother.“You could have told me she was the one.”Luca looked at her.“You knew?”“I knew they were looking. I didn't know it was Eve.” Her hand closed around the emerald. “We can discuss this at home.”My mother held out her palm.Sera reached behind her neck. The clasp caught in her hair. She tugged until several strands came loose and dropped the necklace into my mother's hand.My mother put it in her bag. She didn't try to put it around my neck.Carlo pushed his chair back.“So we were offered a Moretti daughter. Just the wrong one.”He wasn't smiling.My father's men moved apart, leaving a clear space between him and Luca. I had seen that happen once before, outside a nightclub, seconds before a man was dragged into an alley.Salvatore tapped his glass with a fingernail.“Sit down, Carlo.”Carlo