The Mafia Heir’s Broken Love

(Chloe's POV)

When Leonardo rushed out of the mansion with Zoe in his arms, I was still sitting on the marble floor, blood dripping from the back of my head down my neck.

I watched him run toward the car fleet, feeling extremely anxious, but he never turned back.

Suddenly, I remembered—he used to be this anxious about me.

Back then, when I had just arrived in the North’s mafia territory, working as a nurse in a private clinic, learning first-aid while making a living, I met Leonardo for the first time when I was surrounded by a few street thugs. He stepped in to save me.

To protect me, he took a bullet in his thigh.

I had learned first aid, and I stayed up for three days and nights to care for him, until his wound stopped inflaming.

From then on, he often appeared at the clinic door.

One night, after working late, he walked in and handed me a bank card. "Leave with me. You don’t need to live this hard anymore."

I pushed the card back to him. "No, sir. I can live on my own, I don’t feel hard."

He silently stared at me for a long time, then handed me a business card. "Leonardo Ferraro. I’ll come back tomorrow."

The next day, he really arrived, driving a black Maybach.

I refused his roses, but he airlifted fresh ones every day, filling the clinic to the point where the door couldn't even open;

I refused to ride in his Maybach, so he walked with me for an hour or two on the muddy roads of the slums.

I refused once, he came back a second, third, and fourth time...

I didn’t have no feeling at all, but I clearly understood the distance between us.

I couldn’t, and didn’t dare to, let myself fall for him.

Until one day, to protect me, he was splashed with acid by a competitor, leaving terrifying scars on his back.

He trembled in pain, but still smiled at me: "Chloe, now I have scars. You have to take responsibility for me."

At that moment, I completely fell.

After agreeing to be with him, he spoiled me like a princess.

I cut my hand, and he called a private doctor in the middle of the night;

I had menstrual pain, and he stayed up all night to rub my belly;

I tripped and scraped my skin, and he carried me to the hospital, his hands trembling the whole way.

I laughed and said, "I’m a doctor myself. Why so exaggerated?"

But he insisted: "A doctor can’t treat themselves. What if it gets infected? What if the bone is injured?"

He even wanted me to get a CT scan.

And now—

I looked down at the blood on the floor and suddenly laughed, bitter and tragic.

Later, I took a taxi to the hospital alone.

The doctor saw that my injury was severe and immediately stitched me up.

By the time I finished, I had lost too much blood to stand steady.

Just as I was leaving the examination room, someone grabbed me roughly.

"Chloe!"

Leonardo shouted, his eyes sharp as knives, "Zoe almost miscarried, and you’re still not giving up? You came to the hospital to cause a scene?"

His suit was soaked in Zoe’s perfume.

"I didn’t come to the hospital for her."

I pointed to the bandaged forehead. "I’m hurt and couldn’t handle it."

He froze.

Finally, he smelled the blood that the disinfectant couldn’t cover, saw the blood still seeping through the thick bandage.

"What happened here?"

He reached out to touch me, but I turned away.

"You pushed me."

I said calmly, "I hit the corner of the table. To you, it’s just a little anger, isn’t it?"

His pupils contracted sharply.

Guiltily, he pulled me into his arms. "Chloe, I’m sorry. I was just afraid something would happen to Zoe. She’s carrying the future of the family. If anything goes wrong, Don won’t let us go, and our plan to leave here will keep getting delayed—"

I had heard these excuses too many times.

"I understand."

I pushed him away. "Go take care of her."

I turned around, but he grabbed my wrist. "Chloe, trust me. I only love you. I’m doing all this to take you away from this cage as soon as possible."

He gently touched my bandages. "I’ll have Kane take you home. Don’t let the wound get wet."

Kane Brown, his most trusted butler.

Leonardo let go of me, and before he left, he said, "I’ll bring your favorite cranberry cupcakes home."

He walked toward the VIP ward where Zoe was receiving the best treatment from the family doctor.

I stood still, watching his figure disappear.

Suddenly, I laughed, but the tears kept flowing.

"I won’t trust you anymore..."

I whispered, as if to the air, or to my heart, which was dying.

"Leonardo, I’ll never believe any of your promises again."