The Don Lost His Little Orphan Chapter 06

The Don Lost His Little Orphan Chapter 06

Sienna’s POV 

Life with Elias was poor. But I was content. 

I got up before dawn to make coffee and take care of Mrs. 

Reed. 

During the day, Elias went to a small law office on the corner to write appeals, fill out forms, and do legal aid work. I stayed home and took in sewing and laundry. 

My hands had been soft in the Moretti estate. Now they were 

swollen and red from the cold water, raw and cracked. 

Elias felt terrible about it. 

Every night, he’d soak my hands in warm water, then carefully 

rub cheap cream into them with his own cold fingers. 

“Sienna, you’re suffering because of me.” His voice was full of 

guilt. 

I pulled my hands away and held his instead, rubbing warmth back into his writer’s fingers. 

“Don’t be stupid, Elias. This is life. What I had before was just 

surviving.” 

He looked up, eyes bright. 

“Sienna, wait for me. Once I pass the bar exam and get into a 

real office, I’ll make you a lawyer’s wife. You’ll never have to 

answer to anyone again.” 

I smiled, picked up the old clothes, and kept sewing. 

“I don’t care about being a lawyer’s wife. As long as we’re safe 

and together, that’s all that matters.” 

The days passed, plain and simple. 

Until one day, I went to East Market to buy cheap heating charcoal and canned goods. 

I was squatting at a stall, haggling. “These are almost expired. Can you take two dollars off?” 

My nose was running from the cold. 

“Can’t afford it, don’t buy it,” the vendor said, waving me off. 

I sighed and turned to leave. 

A pair of black leather shoes stopped in front of me. 

I looked up. 

Long dark coat. Cold face. And those bloodshot eyes, locked 

onto me. 

Nico. 

I stopped breathing. The can in my hand fell into the snow. 

The air went still. Luca and a team of enforcers surrounded the 

whole market. The crowd shrank back. 

Nico stood over me. His eyes went from my patched coat to my red, swollen, frostbitten hands. 

His pupils contracted. His jaw twitched. 

“Sienna.” His voice was raw. “This is the life you left the 

Moretti estate for?” 

I stood up and brushed the snow from my skirt. 

No panic. No joy. Just calm. 

“Mrs. Reed sends her regards.” I nodded, like he was any other 

guest. 

Nico went pale. 

“Mrs. Reed?” He stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. 

“What did you call yourself?” 

I didn’t flinch, even though it hurt. 

“Have some respect,” I said evenly. “I registered my marriage 

with Elias Reed two weeks ago. I’m his wife now.” 

Nico looked like he’d been struck. 

“Married?” He stared at me, his eyes red and desperate. “You actually got married?” 

“Yes.” 

“To that broke lawyer who can’t even pay his heating bill?” 

His voice rose with furious despair. 

“His name is Elias Reed. He’s my husband.” 

I pulled my wrist free. 

“Don Moretti, I’m cheap. I don’t belong on Moretti marble. I’m not worth your attention. I’m happy here in old town. 

Please leave us alone.” 

I turned to go. 

“Stop.” Nico’s voice was sharp behind me. 

He came after me and reached for my wrist again. 

Then a thin figure was there, shoving himself between us, putting himself in front of me. 

Elias. 

He was out of breath, like he’d run the whole way. 

He was skinny, but he stood like a shield. 

“Sir.” Elias was pale, but he stood straight. “Harassing 

another man’s wife in broad daylight. Aren’t you afraid of the police?” 

Nico looked at him, murder in his eyes. “Who the hell are you 

to get in my way?” 

The enforcers stepped forward. 

Luca murmured, “Don, there are cameras.” 

I saw the danger in Nico’s eyes. My blood went cold. 

I pushed past Elias and stepped forward. 

“Nico.” I didn’t call him Don. Not sir. Just Nico. 

“If you touch him, I’ll run to the intersection and make sure every reporter in the city knows that Don Moretti tried to kidnap a woman off the street.” 

I looked him in the eye. 

Nico froze. 

He looked at the hard, unchangeable resolve in my eyes. His 

hands shook. 

Seven years. He’d raised me for seven years. I’d never looked 

at him like this before. 

No matter how cold he was, I always looked at him with 

cautious hope and quiet warmth. 

But now. Nothing. Nothing but wariness, disgust, and the 

determination to burn everything down for another man. 

Nico stepped back. His eyes were fixed on me, his jaw tight, the corners of his eyes red enough to bleed. “Sienna. You’ll regret this.” 

He got in the car. The door slammed. 

Luca gave me one last look, sighed, and followed with his men.