Semua Bab MY CASANOVA MAFIA: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Machines beeped and antiseptics filled the air with a sterile scent, cold hospital air. Valentine sat silently in the waiting room, her fingers clasped over her belly. All of it was surreal. Time lost all meaning as she waited to hear news of the man who held her heart.Arnulfo was in the operating room. He had bled too much, and with desperation in her heart, she had been more than willing—in fact, resolved—to do just about anything it took to preserve him. The doctor's words, however, shattered what remained of control."Mrs. Vegas, did you say you are pregnant? We do not accept pregnant women to donate."The words shocked her like lightning.Her breath caught in her throat. Her whole body tensed as realization dawned upon her. She had been so focused on saving Arnulfo that she had forgotten—forgotten the precious life growing inside her, their daughter, the future they had dreamed of.“But… he needs me,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “He needs my blood.”The doctor's eyes soft

The cold of the morgue did little to douse the fire that raged within Don Victor Giupere's chest. There, before his own eyes, lay his daughter, dead for the same love that had impelled her to refuse to leave. His men—his most trusted and loyal—stood behind him, waiting. Their weight hung heavy in the air, their question more so."What will we do to Arnulfo, señor?" one of them asked, his voice laced with restrained fury. "Your daughter died because of him and Valentine. Tell us—what's your next plan? Are we going to take revenge?"The silence that followed was suffocating.Don Victor breathed slowly, not shifting his sharp gaze from Victoria's ashen face. His daughter, the heiress he had shaped into something of power, lay at his feet, this heiress he had paid to break and remake. And yet.was that Arnulfo's doing?Or his own?He ground his jaw shut, closing his eyes on the sweet scent of vengeance.The thing that had brought them all to this very moment.And this was the last? This ro

Valentine sat up on the bed in the hospital, her head in her hands. Arnulfo sat besides her, had his arm thrown over her shoulder, said not a word while holding her back.Valentine sat up when she heard a knock on the door.Arnulfo's muscles tensed. The door opened slowly, and Don Victor entered.Valentine's head snapped up. Her eyes were red and puffy. "What do you want?" she croaked.Don Victor's eyes softened, but his face remained unreadable. "To talk.""There is nothing to talk about."Don Victor took another step inside. "There's everything to talk about."Valentine shook her head, turning away. "You can't come out of the woodwork now and pretend you care about me."Don Victor took a breath. "I always cared."She laughed, and the sound was bitter. "Liar.""I didn't know about you," Don Victor said. "If I had—""If you had known," Valentine cut him off, her voice shaking with anger, "what? You would have raised me in your world? In a world full of blood and power and control?"Do

Dark eyes met his; something she had never seen in him before; regret, pain, a sadness so deep that there weren't enough words to account for it. They were both silent for what felt like an eternity. And then, after the great long silence,he spoke."Valentina," he said, his voice rough, unsteady.She flinched. She hated it when he said that. That wasn't his name for her. Not today. Not ever before.Her fists were curled tight at her sides. "Don't say that."He exhaled, nodding slightly. "I… I understand." His voice cracked, but he went on speaking. "I don't expect forgiveness. I don't even expect you to look at me without hatred. But I need you to know—I never knew. If I had—She laughed, the laugh sharp, bitter. "If you'd known? What, Don Victor? Would it have been any different? Would you have come to find me? Raised me?" Her voice cracked as she took a step closer, the burning eyes intense. "Or just another soldier in your empire?His face contorted into a grimace as if she slap

A very trusted man of Don Victor arrived at the hospital when the sun was barely rising. His face was serious, though his body was stiff with unspoken words. Valentine sat on a chair by the window; Arnulfo rested beside her. His wounds healed considerably, though he still needed to recover more time.She heard the footsteps turn. She saw the man. Her heart fell. There was something about him, and she felt her chest constrict."Señora Vegas," he said, respectful but low. "I come on behalf of Don Victor."Valentine stiffened, her fingers going instinctively to grab at the material of her dress. "What is it?" she asked sharply.The man took a deep breath before his eyes met hers. "It's about Victoria."Her heart stopped."Today is her final interment," he said. "Don Victor wanted you to know. He hopes you will come… to send your sister off."A lance shot through Valentine's chest. She gasped and felt her fingers begin to quiver.Her sister.Victoria was her sister.And she had murdered h