The Betrayed Donna Chapter 05

The Betrayed Donna Chapter 05

The voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear.

Several men slowly stood up. Their suits were sharp, their expressions amused.

One of them smiled and said,

“Don Moretti, on such a joyous occasion, how could we not come to give you a gift?”

Vincenzo’s gaze slowly landed on them.

In that moment, a deep sense of unease rose in his heart.

Vincenzo pushed down his irritation. “Whatever gift you have, wait until after the wedding.”

Before he finished speaking, Giuliana had already recognized the people in the audience.

Her eyes

lit up.

These were the Dons of the major families.

Her heart raced. Her eyes sparkled. She spoke in a sweet voice, “What kind of gift? Why don’t you show us now?”

Her voice was full of barely concealed anticipation.

Vincenzo’s brows furrowed instantly. A wave of displeasure rose in his chest.

For so many years, he had protected her, kept her from suffering, kept her away from these dirty things.

Giuliana didn’t understand how these people had once suppressed him, schemed against him, framed him.

d fought his

She didn’t know how he way out

their encirclement step by step.

And now she was acting coy in front of his former enemies.

It was like stepping on his face.

Vincenzo’s expression darkened.

But his mind uncontrollably flashed to someone.

If it were Elena, she wouldn’t be like this.

She would have sensed something was wrong immediately. She would have politely escorted these people out. She would have arranged everything before they even walked in.

She would never have let this situation happen.

As soon as the thought appeared, Vincenzo was startled. Why was he thinking of Elena? Why was he

comparing her to Giuliana?

His expression shifted slightly.

Then, he forcibly suppressed the thought.

Giuliana was his to spoil.

She didn’t need to understand these things.

He shouldn’t hold her to those dirty standards.

With that, his expression returned to cold indifference.

Since she wanted it, he would give it to her.

He said flatly, “Since Giuliana wants to see, bring it out.”

His tone was calm, as if he didn’t take these people seriously at all.

The Dons exchanged glances, smirking meaningfully.

One of them raised his hand and clapped twice.

The next second.

The lights in the venue went dark.

The large screen behind them lit up.

Lewd moaning sounds filled the banquet hall.

The crowd erupted in noise.

Vincenzo’s lips curled into a cold smile.

Just a video.

Probably a sex video of him and Giuliana.

He didn’t care.

The woman he loved was Giuliana.

This would only prove how good their relationship was.

Still, he turned his head to look at the screen.

One look.

His face changed completely.

On the screen.

Giuliana was disheveled, pinned down by a man.

And that man was not him.

Vincenzo’s pupils contracted sharply.

His whole body froze.

He recognized that man. It was Giuliana’s ex boyfriend, Ruisen.

Giuliana’s face turned deathly pale.

She didn’t even have time to scream for someone to turn off the screen.

The voices from the video came through loud and clear.

Ruisen laughed and asked, “What if you get pregnant?”

Giuliana smiled dismissively. “Good. Then I can use the pregnancy to push that bitch Elena out.”

Her voice was annoyed. “All these years, I couldn’t get pregnant. I couldn’t force Vincenzo to divorce her.”

“Now this is perfect. Borrow your sperm and have a baby.

Ruisen laughed smugly. “Then I’m pretty impressive. Making a mafia Don raise my kid. ”

The crowd erupted.

Vincenzo’s face turned ugly beyond words.

Giuliana panicked completely.

She grabbed his hand, her voice shaking. “No! It’s fake!”

“It’s AI! Someone is setting me up!”

The Dons in the audience laughed out loud.

“Don Moretti, what a oincidence. We have another gift. The paternity test for the baby in Miss Giuliana’s belly.”

“Oh, and we’ve also brought the child’s father.”

The next second.

Paternity test reports scattered like snow across the hall.

A man was dragged in, his face pale. He pointed at Giuliana, his voice trembling. “She seduced me! It wasn’t my fault!”

Vincenzo bent down and picked up a report from the floor.

He stared at the words, his face turning whiter by the second. “Impossible.”

“Fake. It has to be fake.”

He looked up, his voice almost out of control. “If I really have low sperm count, how could Elena have gotten pregnant?”

“She loves me so much. She would never betray me.”

Someone in the audience laughed coldly. “Don Moretti, we’ve also brought the answer to that question.”

The crowd parted.

A doctor was brought in.

He sighed and took out a yellowed report from a file bag.

“This is your premarital medical report from ten years ago.

“Don Moretti, you do have low sperm count.”

He paused, his voice complicated. “As for why Mrs. Elena could get pregnant.”

“She has a special constitution. She is one of the very few women in New York with an easy to conceive constitution.”

“In other words, in this entire world, only she can have your child.”

He looked at Vincenzo, hesitating.

“I remember, Mrs. Elena was eight months pregnant, wasn’t she?”

“At least you still have one biological child. Cherish her and that child.”

As the words fell.

Vincenzo looked as if he had been struck by lightning. His whole body froze.

Then he stumbled back a step and fell to the ground, his lips pale, his voice trembling. “The baby.”

“My baby.”

He grabbed his hair with both hands, roaring as if breaking down. “What have I done?”

“I killed my own child with

my

own hands.”

The entire hall fell silent.

Just then, footsteps came from the entrance.

People in uniform walked in. “Giuliana, you are suspected of filing a false police report and fabricating injuries. Please come with us.”

Giuliana’s face changed drastically. She burst into tears and lunged at Vincenzo. “Vincenzo! Help me! I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go to jail!”

“You said you would protect me!”

Vincenzo slowly looked up. His eyes were cold, without a trace of warmth.

“Giuliana, you lied to me.”

“For a bitch like you, I hurt the person who loved me the most and killed my only child.”

His voice was low and terrifying. “I will make your life miserable.”

Giuliana froze.

Then she screamed in despair. “Vincenzo! You can’t do this to me! I did it all for you!”

Her voice faded as she was dragged away.

The wedding fell apart completely. Vincenzo stood up like a madman and grabbed his underboss.

“Where is Elena?! Where is she? I need to find her!”

“I’ll beg her! I’ll give her anything! The family, the money, all of it! As long as she forgives me.

The underboss’s face was bitter. He was silent for a moment, then said quietly, “Don, the Donna is gone.’

Vincenzo froze. “Gone?”

The underboss nodded. “Before she left, she asked me to pass on a message.’

Vincenzo’s throat tightened. “What message?”

The underboss said quietly, “She said, from now on, may you never see each other again in life or death.”

After hearing that, Vincenzo collapsed to the ground, a mess.

A month later.

The Moretti family was l

h scandals.

Low sperm count, fake wedding, business dirt. Overnight, it spread all over the internet.

Partners pulled their investments. Stock prices crashed.

Within a few months, the family business went bankrupt and liquidated.

Their assets were carved up by former rivals.

Some say the last time anyone saw Vincenzo, he was sitting alone in the empty family estate.

On the table lay a cheap silver band.

The Dons transferred the money into my account. I didn’t refuse it.

I accepted that money and opened a small café in Tuscany.

It wasn’t big, but it was quiet. Every day, the sun was beautiful.

I ground my own coffee, served customers, and life slowly became peaceful.

Later, I heard that Vincenzo sold everything he had and begged everyone he could, trying to see me.

Some say he knelt in the rain all night.

Others say he repeated the same words like a madman, “I was wrong.

But I never looked back.

Some mistakes can’t be fixed by regret.

And me?

I finally got to live a life without him.