Kicked Out by My Don Boyfriend

The new Consigliere wanted to restructure the Mafia family’s affairs by sinking her claws into me. My boyfriend, who was a Mafia Don and wildly in love with me, wanted to get revenge on her for me. He planned to raise her status to the skies and make her suffer a horrific downfall when the right time came.

He kicked me out of the family and gave all my responsibilities to the new Consigliere.

She received luxury cars and jewelry from him as gifts, but he told me to tolerate it as part of the plot.

When my younger brother's kidneys started to fail, I begged my Don boyfriend for the surgery fees, which he agreed to give me.

On the day of the surgery, I waited from daylight to daybreak for the money, but nothing came. That was when I saw an Instagram post from the new Consigliere, taunting me.

"My family's Don is such a wonderful man. Someone who was kicked out of the family was brazen enough to ask him for money. What if she can't repay us? I had to stop the money transfer. I hope this woman will find a better excuse the next time she tries to scam him."

The mess ended with my brother dying. My Don boyfriend called me later in an attempt to cajole me.

"Don't be mad. Joey can have his surgery later. I'm just tolerating Rosetta to encourage her to become full of herself. The higher she climbs, the harder she'll fall. Don't worry! Her birthday will be in a few days. I'll humiliate her, then make her lose everything. We'll have our wedding after that. That will cheer Joey up!"

However, I knew that his so-called plot was the start of him falling in love with another woman.

That was when I no longer wanted him.

My boyfriend, who was a Mafia Don and wildly in love with me, kicked me out of the family and caused my younger brother's death because of the new Consigliere. I decided to leave once and for all.

"Are you sure you want to join us, Eva? Well, then it's a deal. We leave in three days."

On the other end of the phone call was the agitated voice of the Carloni family's Underboss. They were the top Mafia family in the United States.

The Carlonis were legalizing their businesses and were interested in my expertise in money laundering. To convince me to join them, their Underboss came to Italy under a pseudonym to persuade me to accept their offer. He waited three years for the first opportunity to poach me.

"I'm sure."

It was dead silent in the hospital's morgue.

When I saw my eight-year-old brother's lifeless face again, I was numb as I signed the contract for the purchase of his graveyard plot.

While in the doctor's office, the doctor informed me that I had to pay for the plot in advance.

I had used almost all my money on Joey's treatment when he was in the last stages of uremia.

For the last few years, I had been fighting for the family by Caesar Lupino's side. I lost all my friends, and when Caesar kicked me out of the family, I was shunned by everyone.

I had no idea what to do. My future was bleak.

Out of habit, I touched the necklace around my neck.

It was called 'Heart of the Diamond'. Caesar had bid a billion on it at an auction just to give it to me.

He told me that I was priceless to him and that everything he ever did for me was worth it.

Before the operation, I wanted to sell it at auction, but the auction house only offered 500,000 dollars. It was far less than the surgery fees required for Joey's kidney transplant.

After long consideration, I decided not to sell it.

It was probably fated that some things were never meant for certain people.

As I was rushing out the door to the auction house, I was knocked to the ground by bodyguards who had barged into the hospital.

My palms brushed against the ground, which was instantly stained by my blood.

When I looked up, I saw Caesar pushing Rosetta Neroni, who was in a wheelchair, hurriedly into the hospital. A massive group of bodyguards and hospital personnel followed them.

Caesar looked extremely worried as he gently and adoringly cajoled her.

When he looked around, he saw me sitting on the ground, looking disheveled. He turned away without hesitation.

As a nurse passing by helped me up, I heard the whispers of people close to me.

"How lucky some people are! Her boyfriend got the entire hospital's medical experts together just to treat the superficial cut on her leg. Somewhere else in this hospital, a young boy is suffering from late-stage uremia, who can't even afford his surgery fees. All he can do is wait for his time to run out."

I leaned against the wall, about to thank the nurse who helped me.

Before I could, a pair of hands grabbed my arms. It was a grim-looking Caesar, who had turned back for me.

He dragged me to the stairwell on the second floor.

It was a quiet place, and I could hear his angry breathing very clearly.

"Why did you come here?"

Caesar realized how stern and cold he sounded after questioning me angrily, so he softened his tone.

"Rosetta's leg was cut by the office's new banknote scanner on the floor. I'm accompanying her to take care of the wound.

"You followed me here because I didn't transfer the money to you, right? I'll give you the money now. Go back immediately. Don't let Rosetta see you, or she’ll misunderstand."