I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 10

I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 10

That night, Giovanna’s hands and feet were bound, and she was sent to an abandoned

warehouse in the remote north of the city.

“Serena is delicate and cares about her dignity. If she were violated, she would never survive.”

Vittorio kissed Giovanna’s cheek.

“You’re different. You can handle those bombs. Even if you really were… violated, I wouldn’t

despise you.”

“If

you save Serena this time, I’ll owe you. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

Making it up.

Always making it up.

“Vittorio Rizzuto!”

Giovanna almost went mad, struggling desperately.

“If you dare do this, there will be no future for us, let alone a lifetime.”

Vittorio acted as if he hadn’t heard.

He glared hard at the kidnappers.

“Remember what you promised. If you don’t return her to me tomorrow, I’ll tear you apart.”

“I always keep my word.”

The kidnapper released Serena and locked Giovanna in a small room.

Late at night, he brought several men inside.

“That woman Serena Conti was right. Vittorio really traded you for her. Tsk. You’re a pitiful

Signora Padrona.”

“I know you’re innocent, but Vittorio killed my child and had my wife sold to Southeast Asia. I

want him to suffer the same pain.”

He waved his hand, and the men behind him surrounded Giovanna.

“No. Vittorio Rizzuto…”

In despair, her hatred for that man rose to its limit.

She wished she could bite that name to pieces.

No one answered.

Outside the door, Vittorio held Serena in his arms, his eyes full of relief after disaster.

Inside the door, Giovanna’s clothes were torn, and her limbs were pinned down hard.

A single door separated them, like heaven and hell.

Gradually, she stopped struggling.

Tears kept sliding from the corners of her eyes, and she finally sank into complete despair.

A full night passed.

Those beastlike men left horrifying traces across her body.

At dawn, the kidnapper dragged the numb-faced Giovanna to the edge of a cliff in the

suburbs.

“Don’t worry. I said I wouldn’t kill you. This place is remote, so I simply called your husband

here to pick you up.”

He even seemed in a good mood as he comforted her.

The wind on the cliff was strong.

When Vittorio arrived, Giovanna’s face was already pale from the cold.

Seeing her battered body, Vittorio froze.

Rage surged into his eyes.

“What did you do to her? You promised you wouldn’t touch her.”

“I only promised not to kill her. Don’t look at me like that. You were the one who chose Serena

and pushed your wife to me.”

The kidnapper sneered and shoved Giovanna.

But Giovanna didn’t move.

She looked at Vittorio.

There was no love left in her eyes, only bone-deep coldness.

In that moment, Vittorio felt panic like never before.

No.

No.

Giovanna was an extremely strong person.

Comforting himself that way, Vittorio carefully said, “Giovanna, come to me.”

“I don’t care what you went through. Come back to me, and you’ll still be the Signora Padrona

everyone respects…”

Giovanna did not respond.

She looked down at the bottom of the cliff.

The wind was sharp, and jagged rocks filled the drop below.

What a coincidence.

This was the fake-death location she had chosen.

Vittorio realized something and raised his voice.

“Giovanna Ricci, I told you to come back. Do you hear me?”

“Vittorio Rizzuto, do you know what I regret most in this life?”

Giovanna finally spoke, hatred churning violently in her eyes.

“I regret saving you in that explosion.”

She stepped back to the edge of the cliff and closed her eyes.

“Ansela, Mommy is coming to keep you company.”

Under Vittorio’s suddenly terrified gaze, she spread both arms and fell backward.

Like a fragile, beautiful butterfly, she rushed toward death without hesitation.

“Giovanna Ricci!”

His anguished roar rang out behind her.

But she could no longer hear it.