Historias cortas de Plot Twists Mafia y novelas con Secretary ambientadas en Regret

Leon Santoro's ex-wife and their daughter pushed me down the stairs. I lost the baby. Leon came to see me in the hospital. He sat beside the bed, his expression as composed as always, and said, "She's a child. She didn't know what she was doing. I'm sorry you had to go through this. I apologize for Rosalie." "That's it?" I asked. "Just an apology?" He turned to look at me. "What else do you want? Money? Stock?" "I can't exactly make Rosalie pay with her life for what happened to your child." Your child. Not our child. So he truly never cared about the baby I was carrying. He'd made a promise to his ex-wife Giselle: Rosalie would be his only child. When I told him I was pregnant, he'd barely reacted. Just a shrug and a flat "I know," like I'd told him the weather. Thinking about it now, I looked at him and asked quietly, "You're relieved, aren't you? Now that the baby's gone."

Three days after Adrian Castellano and I got into an argument, he agrees to accompany his assistant, Iris Medici, on a trip home while posing as her boyfriend. Everyone in the Castellano family quietly studies my reaction. They expect me to check up on him nonstop and then spiral into a jealous rage like I always do. What they don't realize is that I've changed while Adrian and Iris are away. The proposal I spent six months working day and night on is suddenly credited to Iris, yet I don't complain. Instead, I help her restructure the entire presentation. Years of bad debt in the southern territory get dumped on me because Adrian refuses to take the fall himself. When he pressures me to confess before the council, I do. He even wants Iris to replace me as the family's Consigliere. Once again, I hand over my position without an argument and personally cast my vote in her favor. Convinced that she has won, Iris gloats, "I knew it. The harder you push someone like Lena, the more she digs in her heels. "Freeze her out for a few days, though, and she'll come crawling back on her own. Just look at her now. You've been gone, and without you around to protect her, she's been perfectly obedient." Adrian believes her. He calls me into his study alone and speaks as though he's granting me a favor. "If you keep your head down and behave the way you have lately, we can start picking a wedding date." He seems to have forgotten that while he and Iris were away, I'd filed a formal request to leave the Castellano family, and he had personally signed off on it. He and I no longer have anything to do with each other. In three days, my father, Don Ricci, will restore my name to the Ricci family roster.

On the day of mafia families' annual gathering, my mother and I sat in the back of a Lincoln, heading toward the Falcone estate. I was adjusting my dress when my phone buzzed with a video from my fiancé's secretary. The footage showed a middle-aged woman being dragged by her hair across a marble floor. Her cheek was already swelling, red and angry. The secretary's sharp voice cut through the audio as she delivered slap after slap. "Gianna, you pathetic gold-digger! Did you really think you could fool Don Falcone into marrying you, and then let your thieving mother wander into the estate to lift his mother's jewelry? Please." Another slap. The woman's head snapped to the side. "I'm doing Don Falcone a favor by handling this trash." I lowered the phone. My mother sat beside me, checking her watch with a slight frown. When she felt my gaze, she looked up and smiled, then reached over to fold my hand between both of hers. "The Falcone family is struggling with the new casino licensing, but we can help them with that since Don Falcone is your fiancé," she said lightly, "He is a striking man, sweetheart. Once the alliance is sealed, your father and I can help straighten things out." I frowned and replayed the video. Long dark hair pulled back loosely. Warm brown eyes filled with pain. A small scar on her left eyebrow. Oh God. The injured woman was none other than Anthony's mother! I called the secretary immediately. "Lilian, you idiot. That's Anthony's mother!" She let out a vicious laugh. "Please, I know exactly who you are, Gianna. A nobody his father pushed onto him. Don Falcone doesn't give a damn about you, so why would he care about your family?"