I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 17

I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 17

Raffaele moved very quickly.

The moment Giovanna agreed to register the marriage, Sicilian police rushed into an alley

and cuffed Serena.

At this time, Serena no longer had the delicate, beautiful, pitiful appearance she once

possessed.

Her pretty dress was torn and filthy.

Her lovely face had turned sallow and thin, her eyes dull, and a broken bowl sat before her.

She was begging.

Serena had always relied on men to support her.

After being thrown out of Villa Rizzuto, she had no ability to survive.

On top of that, all of Sicily knew she had offended Don Vittorio Rizzuto.

Not even hotels dared let her stay.

Within days, she had become a beggar.

Vittorio had also taken her child.

At that time, she had screamed, cried, and knelt on the ground begging Vittorio to return.

Dario to her.

Vittorio only looked down at her and sneered.

“He’ll starve if he stays with you.”

“He called me Daddy for several years. I’ll send him to school and give him food. As for you…”

“You will never see him again in this life.”

In that instant, Serena finally felt the heart-wrenching agony Giovanna had felt when she lost

her daughter.

But she still held on to hope.

After all, she was Vittorio’s first love.

Vittorio was only in too much pain after losing Giovanna.

Once Giovanna was found, wouldn’t he remember Serena?

Hadn’t it been like that before?

When he first found Giovanna after she disappeared for three years, he had wanted to lay the

best of everything at her feet.

In the end, hadn’t he still ended up in Serena’s bed?

With that thought, Serena dragged her exhausted body around, collecting trash and begging

to survive.

She endured day after day.

She did not wait for Vittorio.

She waited for the police.

Serena panicked.

“What are you doing? Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this?”

“I’m Vittorio Rizzuto’s wife. I’m Mrs. Rizzuto.”

The police frowned and showed their identification.

“No matter who you are, someone provided evidence. You are suspected of kidnapping and murder. Come with us.”

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t.”

The deepest fear in Serena’s heart was dragged out.

She retreated in panic and even tried to run.

The police said nothing more and stepped forward to restrain her, locking handcuffs around

her wrists.

The people responsible for watching Serena saw everything and reported it truthfully to

Vittorio.

Vittorio was wiping a family photo of the three of them.

He paused when he heard the report.

He pressed down his trembling left hand with his right, excitement in his eyes turning mad.

“Find out where the evidence came from.”

The assistant answered and left the study.

Vittorio took a deep breath and carefully put the family photo back in place.

In the photo, Ansela’s smile was bright.

Giovanna was confident and elegant.

Vittorio himself looked at his wife and daughter with tenderness.

How good things had been back then.

Vittorio touched Giovanna’s face in the photo, his eyes full of longing.

He murmured, “This time, I won’t let you run again…”