Why's the Don Crying After I Dumped Him?

In that instant, everyone in the room fell silent. Marco's chest heaved with rage, his face alternating between pale and flushed. I didn't pay him any attention and headed upstairs to pack my things.

Marco had probably forgotten this. He had signed an agreement when he kneeled before Papa to ask for my hand, stating that I had the right to cancel the engagement and claim triple the assets the Morettis had put into the DeLuca Famiglia if he ever betrayed me before the marriage.

That agreement had now become his punishment.

I left the penthouse in Aethelgard and returned to the Famiglia estate in Bellevue.

Papa was momentarily stunned the moment he spotted me. He then approached me with a smile, asking, "How come you didn't let me know ahead of time that you'd come back, Lina? Have you eaten breakfast yet?"

He noticed the luggage I was carrying, his smile slowly vanishing. "What happened, Lina?"

I broke down completely as the tears streamed down my face. "I want to call off the engagement, Papa. I've also lost the child."

Papa was in the dark about Marco and Fiora.

I was consumed by indignation and hurt then, but I couldn't bring myself to be ruthless. I kept it to myself and endured everything in silence.

Papa fell silent for a long time after hearing what I said. He then walked toward the window and lit a cigarette; the Don of the Moretti Famiglia—the ruler of the criminal underworld of Bellevue's port—now looked like a typical old man with his hunched back.

Mamma, Sofia Esposito, stepped out of the kitchen, her eyes welling up with tears the moment she heard what I said. She then gathered me into her arms and asked, "Are you in a lot of pain, my darling Lina?"

I wept even more uncontrollably. I then laid out the entire situation regarding Marco and Fiora to Mamma and Papa.

I was aware that the partnership between the Moretti Famiglia and the DeLuca Famiglia was intricate. If the engagement was called off, their alliance would fall apart, followed by a full redistribution of power and interests. It was more than a personal issue; it was a restructuring of the criminal underworld of Novaris.

Papa stubbed out his cigarette and brought his hand down hard on the table. "You can just call off the engagement, Lina! I'm already 62 years old—I've got nothing to lose! If it's a fight the DeLucas want, we'll give it to them. If it's a talk, we'll listen.

"You ought to know that the Moretti Famiglia has ruled Bellevue for four decades, and we didn't do it by marrying off our Principessas! You're back now, so you don't have to worry about a thing, Lina!"

I broke down and wept even more after hearing what Papa said. I moved back into the estate, letting Marco's calls go to voicemail one after another. I just wanted some quiet time to focus on my own physical recovery before addressing the fallout.

Papa suddenly returned one day, looking absolutely livid. "That bastard Marco!"

I found out through Papa that the DeLuca Famiglia had begun to target the Moretti Famiglia's port business. They were hijacking shipments, paying off snitches, and had even turned two of our captains against us.

I hit my breaking point and bolted out the door to confront Marco. I couldn't believe how shameless Marco was.

I returned to the penthouse in Aethelgard, and the moment I opened the door, I found someone else in the living room—Fiora, whom Marco claimed to have sent to the western side of Arinthia.

Marco's expression immediately hardened the moment I returned.

Fiora flinched slightly, but she didn't retreat behind Marco. She remained seated on the couch, tracing the edge of her coffee cup with her fingers while keeping her gaze fixed downward in silence.

Marco's expression soured even further. "You've got a lot of nerve coming back after what you did, Lina."

I regarded him with an indifferent expression. "Why should I be ashamed to return, Marco? You're the one who openly brought your mistress into our home. Where do you get the gall to blame me? You didn't need to sabotage the Moretti Famiglia's operations, even if the engagement is called off, Marco!"

Marco's gaze hardened. "You should consider this a warning and a consequence for your actions, Lina. You had no business going after Fiora, especially when she was already set to depart."

I fixed my gaze on Marco, finding the whole situation incredulous. "You think I went after Fiora? I wouldn't want to dirty my hands on someone like her, Marco."

Marco interrogated me sharply. "Who else could it have been? You sent men to corner her at the Levant Airport with the order to break her legs! If I hadn't provided her with security, Fiora would be in a hospital bed right now!"

He looked at me coldly, a mocking smile touching his lips. "You told me yourself that you were going to destroy her, Lina."

I had indeed been crazy enough about Marco once to swear to destroy Fiora even if it meant destroying myself. I had changed, though. I glanced at Fiora, who sat perfectly still like a fragile porcelain figurine; her long eyelashes created a shadow that masked the emotions in her eyes.

I noticed Fiora lifting her gaze to meet mine the moment Marco looked away. I found no malice or victory in her expression, only a great weariness and a slight, almost invisible guilt. I was momentarily dazed by that gaze.

Marco continued speaking. "I'll have Fiora relocated to Lansport so that you won't cross paths again. You can consider this the price for the harm you did to her, Lina."

He then softened his tone, continuing, "I'll let it slide this once, Lina; after all, I know you only acted out because you love me. I'll hold a meeting to stabilize the situation while the Moretti and DeLuca partnership stays in place. You're still carrying my child, so please just take care of yourself and stop causing trouble, Lina."

I knew then that he had no idea that I had lost the child when he chose to go to Fiora's side. I refused to waste any more words on him, and since he didn't care about his own dignity, I didn't care about sparing his feelings.

I looked him in the eyes and nodded with a smile, thinking that it was time for me to deliver a grand gift to Marco.