Cerita Pendek Tragic Love Mafia & Novel Awakening

My younger sister, Arianna Valenti, is engaged to Dario Lancieri, heir of the Lancieri family. But after drinking a glass of spiked champagne, I end up sleeping with Dario. To preserve the alliance between our families, my Madre decides that I will marry Dario in Arianna's place. I marry the man Arianna loves, while she is sent away to marry the gravely ill elderly Don of the Bellini family as part of a political alliance. On her wedding day, Arianna is ambushed and killed by a rival faction. From that moment on, Dario hates me with all his heart. Our marriage lasts for more than 20 years, filled with nothing but indifference and humiliation. On the day I finally succumb to my illness, Dario doesn't even come to see me. He only sends someone to deliver a single message. "Vera, stay the hell away from me in your next life." … When I open my eyes again, I'm back at the exact moment I receive the spiked champagne. Before I can even react, Dario snatches the glass from my hand and smashes it against the floor. I look at the way he gazes at Arianna, and suddenly, I understand. He has been reborn as well. In front of both our parents, he takes Arianna's hand and announces, "Arianna and I are getting married this month. As for Vera… she can fulfill the arranged marriage instead." Memories of my death flash through my mind. This time, I'll give him exactly what he wants. "Fine. I agree."

I've had one fatal flaw my whole life. I can't find my way anywhere. Not just bad with directions. The second I leave somewhere familiar, I can't tell north from south. I could walk through an intersection, turn around, and be completely lost. My best friend Irene, my brother Victor, and my fiancé Alex decided this needed fixing. They called it "survival training." They'd swap out my driver at underground auctions. Disappear while I was checking cargo at the docks. Leave me stranded in places I'd never been, then tell me with straight faces it was all for my own good. I got used to it. But today, they went too far. I stepped into the restroom for a few minutes. When I came back, the private dining room was empty. Glasses cleared, plates gone, even my coat taken. Alex told me this was a secure family zone and took my phone for safekeeping. The waiter handed me a black envelope. One sheet of paper inside. [You've walked these streets with us three times. You should know them by now.] [If you can't even find your way from here, how will you ever be the Donna of the Grey family?] I stared at that last line, and for the first time, I didn't feel like chasing after them. So what if I can't find my way? Every street in New York is our family's territory. If I can't get home, someone will come find me.

The wine tasting ended.A passerby knocked over the wine rack in the hallway. The rack toppled straight toward me and my best friend,Lena.My mafia husband and our son both yanked her behind them first. She walked away unharmed.I crashed hard to the floor. Lena hurried over toward me. “ Seraphina, are you okay? ” My son grabbed the hem of her dress. “ Aunt Lena, don’t go over there. You’ll get red wine on your pretty dress. ” “ But your mom fell. I have to help her up! ” Lena insisted. Dante pulled her back against his chest. “ Calm down. She’s a grown woman. She’s not that fragile. She can clean herself up and stand. ” My left arm hung limp at my side.Blood seeped through the spilled red wine, heavy and warm. I suddenly realized I had lived this exact scene too many times. When rivals trapped us in the underground parking garage and I took a knife for him. When Lena was kidnapped and I stormed the warehouse to save her. Every time I got hurt, they only cared about someone else. They acted like I was fine. Dante walked ahead with Lena in his arms. Luca held her hand and glanced back impatiently. “ Mom, Dad says you go home alone. You smell like wine. You’ll get Aunt Lena’s dress dirty. She has a tour next week. ” I watched their backs, like a perfect family of three. I gave a soft " hmm ". “ I’ll go home by myself. ” I would not cling to this rotten relationship anymore too.

I spent ten years trying to win the heart of Luca Moretti, the most feared Don in Sicily. In the end, it was our six-year-old daughter who taught me to let go. That night, before bed, I tried to talk to him again. “Luca, why don’t we take Sophia to the amusement park this Saturday?” He sat on the sofa, staring at his phone. He didn’t look up. A faint smile touched his lips as he read the message on the screen. I knew who it was—his childhood sweetheart, recently divorced and back in Sicily. I was about to ask again when Sophia ran over and took my hand. “Mommy, don’t ask anymore.” I looked down at her. “Why?” She glanced at Luca and lowered her voice. “It’s obvious. Daddy doesn’t want to talk to you.” Luca’s fingers paused over the screen. He still didn’t look up. A second later, he continued typing. Sophia was only six, yet she had already learned to read the silence between her parents. I saw the concern in her eyes and finally understood. For ten years, I had been the only one trying. I stood and took her hand. “Come on. Mommy will sleep with you tonight.” That night, I decided to let Luca go. This time, I was done begging him to love me.