I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 14

I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 14

At the same time, thousands of miles away in Naples, Giovanna was trapped in a dream.

In the dream, the scene was from many years ago, after she had gone through a difficult

night.

Vittorio stood beside her holding a tiny baby, his gaze unbelievably tender.

“You’re awake? Come look at our daughter.”

Daughter?

Giovanna struggled to sit up and looked at the wrinkled newborn.

She blurted out, “She’s so ugly.”

“Newborns are all like this. Once she grows, she’ll be as beautiful as you.” Vittorio looked at

her helplessly.

The baby seemed to hear her mother’s complaint and wriggled slightly.

Giovanna’s heart instantly softened into a puddle.

She loved the child she had carried for ten months, but she still worried Vittorio might not like

her.

“You’re the Don. Tradition says you need a boy to inherit your position. You’re not going to

favor sons over daughters, are you?”

“How could I?”

Vittorio gazed at the baby, his eyes full of tenderness.

“She’s the most precious treasure of my life.”

“I’ve already chosen her name. Ansela Rizzuto. What do

you think?”

Ansela.

May the years ahead bring her safety, peace, and joy.

What a beautiful meaning.

A smile appeared on Giovanna’s face.

In that moment, she had believed him.

She had never imagined that Vittorio’s love and promises were so brief.

So brief that they failed to protect Ansela and let her grow up safely.

For many years afterward, Giovanna often remembered the day Vittorio named their daughter

and felt endless regret.

Why hadn’t she slapped that beast Vittorio that day?

“Miss Ricci? Miss Ricci!”

A familiar voice came from far away, blurry and unclear.

Only then did Giovanna pull herself free from the dream and use all her strength to open her

heavy eyelids.

The world in front of her was hazy.

There seemed to be a man standing beside the bed.

From his build, he resembled Vittorio a little.

Still trapped in the aftermath of the dream, Giovanna barely thought before slapping him

across the face.

Smack.

The sound was crisp and loud, waking her fully.

Her vision cleared.

Giovanna stared blankly at the red mark on the man’s face.

His slender, distinct fingers touched his cheek.

Then he smiled politely, his gentle tone inexplicably making one’s spine chill.

“How did I offend Miss Ricci this time?”