The Donna He LostFour years of loving Marchello Enzo taught me one thing—
it was finally time to let him go.
He was the Don of the Marchello mafia empire.
And I was supposed to become his Donna—his partner, his equal, the woman who stood at his side.
But the moment his childhood sweetheart returned, radiant and adored, I understood something painfully simple:
The title of Donna was never meant for me. It belonged to her.
So before I walked away, I made three quiet decisions—
First, I tossed the wedding ring he believed I treasured, and altered my million-dollar wedding dress to the measurements of the woman who had always held his heart.
Second, I packed every extravagant gift he had ever given me—and donated them all to charity. They had once felt like proof of love; now they were nothing but proof of my foolishness.
Third,I reclaimed a position I once abandoned for him—one I had turned down twice because he wanted me at his side. This time, I chose myself. My work. My life. A path that did not depend on his promises.
On the day of his wedding, when he lifted the bride’s veil and realized it wasn’t me…
the ruler of a billion-dollar underworld empire shattered.
He tore the city apart looking for me—
But he never found me.
Because by then, I was already thousands of miles away, buried in my work, building the life he never believed I’d choose.
I held the one secret he never imagined he’d lose:
our child.