All Chapters of My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage. : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Andrew DeLucaI rang Emma's bedroom doorbell and waited for a few seconds, both anxious and concerned. When the door opened, I saw her face, which was far from okay. Her eyes revealed fatigue, but also a look of defiance."Andrew," she murmured my name, and the tension in the air was palpable.I entered the room with determination, but also with anger. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was doing this on purpose, driving me crazy with her escape."Emma," I replied, my voice stern. "We need to talk."She sighed and retreated into the room, making space for me to enter. I stood at the entrance for a moment, looking around, trying to understand what had driven her to escape like this."Why did you run away?" I asked, irritation evident in my voice. "We have a contract, I didn't forgive your father's debt out of benevolence, and you know that." I held onto her arm.Emma stared at me, a mix of emotions in her gaze. She was holding back, but I could tell she was about to explode. She see

EmmaI woke up in that hospital room, confused and disoriented. My memory was foggy, and all I could recall was the moment I had fainted. Andrew was there, looking at me with an expression I wasn't quite sure how to interpret. It was as if he was surprised by my presence, as if I were a revelation.He said he loved me, and my words came out harsh and impulsive. "You can only love yourself."Everything felt confusing, and my head throbbed from the dizziness I still felt. Going back to him wasn't what I wanted, but at that moment, it seemed like the only option. If I continued to get sick, with complications in my pregnancy, working as a waitress, and having to hide from Andrew, the chances of my child surviving were minimal. The choice was forced, but I needed to think about the well-being of the baby.The doctor entered the room, and his friendly expression reassured me somewhat. He asked how I was feeling, and I responded honestly."A little better," I said, trying to smile. "The diz

Emma.I decided to heed Derick's insane request and go to the meeting. It wasn't what I wanted, but the idea that he might invent lies about me to Andrew kept me in a constant state of alert. I needed to protect my baby, and unfortunately, that meant facing Derick.I waited until Andrew was busy with his own affairs in the mansion. I watched his movements, waiting for the right moment to leave without raising suspicions. It was challenging to act in the shadows in a house filled with security, but I had learned a few tricks over time.Finally, I found an opportunity when he was busy discussing business with some of his men. Silently, I grabbed my coat and phone, and slipped out through the back door. I knew I couldn't take too long, so I started heading quickly to the meeting point.The Roof at Viceroy Central Park was a chic and luxurious place, not far from the DeLuca mansion. I was nervous, feeling the baby moving in my belly, as if he too was aware of the danger of that moment.As

Andrew DeLuca.I never thought I would consider being the family man, the one who's content with just one woman. That was never me. But Emma came into my life and showed me that maybe that was for me, that maybe she was the right woman.After we arrived home, I couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. I had just ended Derick's life, and there would be no retaliation; I would make it clear that he was a traitor. But that wasn't what was on my mind. I was thinking about Emma, about us stargazing. This ragazza came into my life, changing everything around her. So many things had happened that I couldn't believe it all.I was going to be a father, and it was making me anxious.I sat in the armchair, sipping my fine whiskey, wanting to leave it all behind. Emma had gone to her room, and I thought it was best that way.Lorenzo entered the room with a glass of whiskey and took a seat in a chair across from me. I was lost in thought, still reflecting on Derick's death."Don,

Andrew narrating.I had gone to handle some matters for a hotel franchise. Of course, I disguised myself as a business CEO, but behind the scenes, I operated in the underworld of the mafia. Irritation consumed me in a way I couldn't even explain.While drugs and smuggling brought in a lot of money for the organization, the wealth of the De Luca family was primarily distributed in casinos and hotels. We didn't solely rely on dirty dealings. However, I was angry about how things were between me and Emma. She didn't understand that my word was final—I was the Don, and she had to obey me. The rule was always clear, and usually, if someone resisted, I would teach them to obey forcibly. But there was something about that damn woman that I couldn't explain.To make matters worse, she was expecting my child. Clearly, this was the problem with letting your guard down. When you showed emotions, people thought they could control you. That's why I couldn't be like that with Emma anymore—she was m