Semua Bab Dumped by My Ex, Married to The Don: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The fakeness made me sick.Isabella was Vito's childhood friend.Back then, her brother pulled some dying man stunt, wanting her to marry Vito. And that bastard Vito? He took the wedding I'd spent six months planning and turned it into a proposal—to her.He even had the nerve to tell me it was just for show, that he'd divorce her later and marry me.I refused. We had a huge fight. Then Isabella set me up.And Vito?He didn't even bother to investigate. Just threw me in a dungeon without asking a single question."Wait, what's that in your hand?" Isabella suddenly asked.Vito's eyes followed hers and landed on the corner of a medical file sticking out of my bag.Before I could say anything, Marco the lapdog rushed over and snatched it from my bag."Let's see what treasure you're hiding!" Marco flipped it open and shouted dramatically, "Late-stage pancreatic cancer? Diagnosed yesterday!"Vito's face changed instantly.He looked me over, frowning, his expression somewhere between confused

Lorenzo's eyes locked onto me with precision.With every step he took, the gang members in his path backed away like they'd seen death itself, trembling as they automatically cleared a path for him.Behind him followed his secretary Enzo, along with several elders from the de Santis family. Those old men all had cold faces, their presence so oppressive you could barely breathe."Don."People across the pier bowed their heads, their greetings echoing through the port.Only Vito still stood there like an idiot.The hand that had been choking my neck had gone limp at some point, sliding away. That face that was always so arrogant—now it was pale as a ghost.Lorenzo stopped in front of me.He looked down at me. At my swollen cheeks, my hands purple from the tape, my mud-stained dress.In that moment, I saw the calm in his eyes shatter instantly, replaced by pure killing intent.Without a word, he pulled back his coat and knelt on one knee before me. He took out the small knife he always ca

The first file made me laugh coldly—Vito Rossi, the man who constantly talked about family honor, was actually a thief lining his own pockets.Under the pretense of expanding Warehouse Three, he withdrew eight million euros from the family's public account in four separate transfers. Through complex money laundering channels, all that money ended up in a secret Swiss account.And the account holder? Isabella's mother.Lydia cut in coldly from the side. "That's not all. The Benetti family's so-called jewelry business is actually a front for the Matteo family, specifically for laundering money and smuggling. Isabella getting close to Vito was infiltration from the start. She's a high-level spy. Her target was stealing the de Santis family's shipping routes.""There's something even better, ma'am." Marco pulled out a stack of photos from his briefcase.I took the photos. My stomach churned.In the photos, Isabella had ditched that pure white dress. She was in a nightclub, making out with

"Isabella has moved to the red-light district on the east side," Lydia said, tossing a stack of photos onto the table.The Isabella in the photographs was unrecognizable. Gone was the high-society socialite; in her place was a woman dressed in an incredibly revealing, cheap sequined dress that clung to her body like a second skin. Caked in heavy makeup, she sat on the lap of a man with a face full of scarred flesh, her smile sycophantic and hollow.Vito had been kept in the dark at first. He actually believed Isabella was working at a restaurant to help support their meager household. That was until the day his hunger became unbearable. He had gone to that nightclub hoping to scrounge a free meal, only to push open the door and find Isabella wrapped around a greasy Russian, laughing as she pressed herself into his chest.The confrontation had been immediate and ugly.Vito had lost his mind, lunging forward to slap her, but Isabella was colder. She called the police. In this city, an ex

"Your books show a hundred thousand euro loss every month, but you just bought three beachfront villas in Miami last month." I tapped the table, looking at him coldly. "Did that money fall from the sky, or are you going to tell me you won the lottery?"He deflated on the spot, cold sweat dripping down, unable to get out a single word.After that, no one dared question my methods. The family's monthly income went up thirty percent.At the full family meeting, Lorenzo wrapped his arm around my waist and publicly announced I was the steward of the de Santis family.Two months later, I found out I was pregnant. With twins.Lorenzo, the man who didn't blink during shootouts, actually froze when he heard the news. He reached out to touch my belly, his palm trembling.From that day on, the Don changed.He canceled all unnecessary meetings, walked with me around the estate every day, and forced me to listen to prenatal music.Most ridiculous of all—he started learning to cook pregnancy meals.