บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Don's Redemption : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"You’ll take Isabella’s place, Valentina. There’s no other choice."My mother's words echoed in my mind as I stood before the gates of the Nevarro Estate, the world as I knew it crumbling beneath my feet.The gates groaned as they opened, a shiver tracing down my spine."Your sister is gone. Disappeared without a trace. The little wretch took all the money we had, too."The estate was every bit as grand and imposing as I'd imagined, a testament to the wealth and power of the Nevarro family. But there was nothing coming about it.It was a fortress, and I was its latest prisoner."Marry Matteo Nevarro. Have his heirs, and nothing would ever happen to you again."I had never been here before, not even when my father had to come because of his little business with the former Don.Mom always kept me away, insisting that it was unnecessary to let him know he had two daughters.It had been Isabella, who was promised to Matteo Nevarro, not me.Never me.But with Isabella gone, I had to step u

Matteo"She's beautiful."Black had always been my favourite colour. Hidden. Silent. Deadly.I felt at home with it, like siblings whose bonds grew stronger every day.Yet in the span of a second, Valentina had upended that as she had every other thing in my life.Heat poured down my body as Valentina mixed various colours in a flat disk, creating a mixture to paint across the canvas. She was colour and chaos, a whirlwind of unpredictable energy I should have stayed away from.I hated it.I hated how she made me question everything. How she made me wish I didn't give up on my search.And I hated how much I wanted her.She wasn't supposed to be mine. She wasn't supposed to be anyone’s.But fate had always been cruel.The art gallery in the estate was small, almost quaint, but it had become a place of refuge for her. A sanctuary where she could lose herself and hide from Caterina, I guessed.Isabella had been the brain behind the idea. She thought it would be nice for me to have a plac

Valentina"You look beautiful." The red-haired woman in front of me gushed. "Ravishing, really." Luciana Blythe, a woman known more for her connections than her charm, smiled at me as though I was the most important person in the hall.The thirty years old seductress was the latest wife to the sixty years old Chris Blythe, a man infamous in certain circles. He never attended these kinds of events himself. Rather, he sent whoever was newly married to him to handle whatever unpleasantness waited for him.Sometimes, the wives were able to leave. Sometimes, they weren't.I forced a smile, matching her enthusiasm. "Thank you, ma'am." I added a small, practised giggle. "But you're too kind. You look like an angel yourself."If Caterina was here, she'd have given me a thumbs up for the performance.It didn't take her a minute to find someone more important than me in the grand scheme of things, and she shuttled away.I let out a sigh of relief. "And some say you wouldn't be able to do this

Valentina"This life," Caterina started, her voice clipped with precision. "is not for the faint of heart. As the wife of Matteo Nevarro, your every move will be watched, scrutinised. You must be strong and calculating."I sat in the grand, dimly lit library, my back straight, my hands folded neatly in my lap. Caterina sat across from me, speaking in a measured tone.She knew what happened yesternight, and she didn't approve of any.She didn't approve of my discussion with Luciana.I nodded. "What if I don't want to be cold and calculating?" I asked, my mind not even close to present.Caterina had been relentless, arriving at the stroke of dawn, then proceeding to cover everything from the proper way to address certain men to the subtleties of surviving this harsh world I found myself in.Where were those lessons when I needed to talk to Sophia, Matteo's sister."Then you should consider the next possible option. Divorce."The silence between us stretched, the only sound in the room

Valentina"Let me go then. I'm never going to be Isabella."My eyes narrowed. My breaths had finally evened out, and I could feel the hot flush in my cheeks."Let me go. End this misery for both of us."He allowed a soft laugh to slip free.My anger came and went like flashes of lightning. One minute, it was there, and the next, I was just tired of it all.He didn't break his gaze as he stepped closer. "Then I wouldn't find you at home waiting for me in my room."The way he looked at me was something I had always wished to have. A look of longing, desire. From the man I would love with all my heart.But he had been betrothed to my sister."I thought you didn't want that." I whispered, my body practically electrified from nerves.He rolled his eyes. "Don't assume what I want, Valentina." He replied, his voice placid. Disinterested.Just one touch. One touch from him, and the room would ignite."Noted." I curled my fingers around the hem of my shorts as tightly as I could to stop the em