Todos los capítulos de Never Forgiven: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The wine cellar held the scent of oak barrels and aged red wine.I pressed myself against the cold stone wall, trying to keep my breathing even.Dominic's voice cut through from the other side, "Bold of you, coming onto my territory alone."A gruff laugh answered him.Through the crack in the hidden door, I recognized Carmine Lucchese, the East Side boss."I'm just curious, Luciani, how do you sleep at night? Does your wife know Old Man Moretti dying at the hands of the cops wasn't an accident?""The man by your side for three years, the one who killed your father. Heh, I'd love to see her face when she learns the truth."My heart stopped at his words."Watch your mouth," Dominic's voice grew cold."Don't pretend," Lucchese sneered. "The whole New York underworld knows. How else would the FBI have known Moretti's shipping route so precisely three years ago?""I also know that to cover up Sienna’s smuggling mistake back then, you turned Moretti’s consigliere and personally pushed Old Ma

Sienna's laughter woke me the next morning.I walked into the hallway and found her clinging to Dominic's arm, acting like a spoiled child.When she saw me, a flicker of unease crossed Dominic's face.He walked over and whispered, "Sienna wants to learn perfumery. You're the expert, teach her for me."I frowned. Before I could say anything,Sienna had already pushed open the door to the scent lab herself."Oh my god, is this all real oud and ambergris?" Her shriek cut through the hallway. "Dominic, you spoil me rotten!"My fingernails dug into my palm.That was the raw material collection my father left me.Every bottle was a treasure gathered from around the world by the Moretti family.Some were long out of production, some were priceless.Dominic explained softly from the side."Sienna needs a new perfume. The formula needs to be done in two weeks. She gets the credit. We've been married so many years and I haven't given her much. This can be a gift for her. No problem, right?"My h

The convoy arrived at the estate late that night.Dominic loosened his tie and handed his suit jacket to a waiting servant.The gun deal in Chicago had been more of a headache than expected. The Rossi family had surprised them with a price hike, dragging out negotiations for three full days.But it was done.Two hundred million dollars worth of rare goods. Enough to solidify his position on the East Coast.He rubbed his temples, a wave of weariness washing over him."Where is Elena? She's not back yet?""Don, the Donna hasn't been at the estate for the past few days," Marco said, head bowed respectfully. "Should I send the driver to pick her up?"Dominic scoffed. "Don't bother. I want to see how long she'll sulk."He said it with a sneer, but he already knew the answer.Where else could Elena go besides the estate?Whenever they argued, she would always retreat to the perfume room, waiting for him to come find her.It would be the same this time.Elena had obviously slipped away, back

The next morning, Marco sent over two video clips."Don, surveillance footage that went missing during Donna's hospital stay has been recovered through hacking.""Also, back at the house, in the scent room, the cleaning lady discovered the equipment's recording function was always on. We've pulled the footage. You want to see it?"Dominic clicked them open without much thought.After watching them, Dominic's heart skipped a beat.The truth hit him like a silver knife, piercing his chest.It turned out Elena had never lied to him.And he had let others provoke her, bully her, even side with the killer of their child.Dominic let out a bitter laugh.He stood up and went to the living room, grabbing Sienna by the wrist.Sienna was on the sofa, telling a maid to change the curtains. Since that day, Dominic had been acting normally towards her, just not warm.She figured he was still upset about Elena leaving, still thinking of herself as the lady of the estate.Seeing Dominic, she forced a

The Sicilian sun beat down, fierce. I frowned and waved my maid to draw the shutters.That also blocked the view of the man outside.Ever since that party, the once untouchable New York godfather had followed me to Italy.He was like a wraith, a constant shadow outside my clifftop villa in Palermo.No matter how much I pushed him away, even treated him like a dog, that black Maybach would still be there on the corner at dawn.He just stood there, staring at my window, like some zealot begging for divine intervention."Boss, the crazy one's back." Camilla peeked through a crack, her brow furrowed. "What do you want me to do?"I was poring over this quarter's financial reports. Without looking up, my pen traced smooth lines on the paper."Let him be," I said flatly. "If he wants to stand there, let him stand until he drops."Toward him, I couldn't even be bothered to waste the energy hating him.The accident happened a few evenings later.As I stepped out of the office building, a sharp