Feel-Good Story Mafia の短編小説 & Freak 小説

My fiance, Dante de Rossi, is the heir to a mafia family in Manhorne, and he loves me dearly. Yet, a month before our wedding, he says his family has arranged for him to have a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. Despite my refusal to agree to it, he brings it up daily and tries to push me into it. Half a month before the wedding, I receive a pregnancy report. I find out that Isobel is over a month pregnant. I have yet to give Dante my permission. This is when I realize just how fragile our years-long relationship is. I cancel the wedding and destroy everything he has ever given me. On the day of the wedding, I set off for Etolia to further my medical career. I accept a role with an international medical organization, severing all ties with the mafia. From that moment onward, he and I no longer have anything to do with each other!

As the Donna of the Moretti Family, I paid out of my own pocket to build a high-security school for the children of our fallen members. But the widows repaid me by dragging my name through the media. Worse, they leaked the locations of three safe houses, dealing the Family a devastating blow. They claimed the school was never a benefit at all, but a “hostage camp” where I kept their children to force them to remain loyal to the Family. While Don Lorenzo Moretti was away, they even filed an impeachment motion with the Family Council, demanding that I shut down the school and hand its operating funds directly to them. Fine. I signed the closure order that very day. But the moment the notice went out, the widows swarmed the estate gates, crying and begging me to reopen the school. Only then did they understand— What waited for their children beyond the school gates was never freedom. It was a rival Family’s hit list.

There were two laughingstocks in the underworld. One was me, the stand-in bride kept under house arrest at the Santangelo estate. The other was my husband by arranged marriage, Leon Santangelo, a Don who'd lost both his power and the use of his legs. But no one knew my real father headed the Council, which controlled the world's arms trade. My brother led the Assassins' Alliance, and his name struck fear into everyone. Years ago, my father and brother casually mentioned that they needed someone to gather intelligence in Sicily. So I signed a marriage contract and married Leon. After the wedding, I lived in a villa I wasn't allowed to leave. I spent freely on my brother's unlimited black card, ate delicacies flown in by the Alliance, and let the Council spoil me rotten. Then Leon and I went to a banquet hosted by a rising faction. There, the new Don's daughter held up a photo and accused me of being a lowlife pretending to be her sister. I calmly explained, "You've got the wrong person. I'm Leon's wife. We have a marriage contract." She flew into a rage and raised her hand to slap me. "You're nothing but a stand-in, and you dare talk back to me?" Leon instinctively wheeled himself in front of me and took the slap. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. She sneered. "Oh, and he's a cripple too? Some fake conned him into a contract he can't even read, and he's still protecting her? "One's trash, one's a cripple. What a perfect match." She waved a hand, and several assassins lunged at us. "Beat them both." I looked at Leon, my heart aching, and dialed my brother on my satellite phone. "Supreme Leader, someone's picking on me." What they didn't know was that you might survive crossing the Alliance's supreme leader, but crossing the two of us so-called losers would cost you your life.