The Mafia Don’s Contract Wife Chapter 09

The Mafia Don’s Contract Wife Chapter 09

I opened social media to find the top trending topic had 

shifted. 

It was an official statement from the verified Santini 

Group account, concise and straight to the point: 

Mr. Vincenzo Santini and Ms. Serena Davis legally 

registered their marriage two years ago and remain 

legitimate spouses. 

Ms. Serena is currently pregnant, a normal development within their marriage. 

Santini Group’s legal department has gathered 

evidence against those spreading malicious rumors 

and defamation. Legal action will be pursued without 

exception. 

The statement was signed by Santini Group’s Public 

Relations Department, with an official seal attached. 

On the other end of the line, Vivian’s voice lifted 

noticeably. She told me to stay indoors while she 

handled the follow–up, then hurried off to work. 

Comments exploded with the clarification: 

So they’re legally married and expecting a child in 

wedlock! Where are all the people calling her a homewrecker trying to force a marriage? 

This has to be the fastest PR response I’ve ever seen. The gossip didn’t even fully spread before the clarification dropped. 

Vincenzo? As in Vincenzo Santini? Serena’s husband is 

that Vincenzo? 

Whoa, turns out it’s not just a Santini executive–she’s married to the boss himself! 

So Serena got framed here, right? She’s just happily married and pregnant, yet people called her a 

homewrecker. 

She got married two years ago, so her career boost makes total sense. Why shouldn’t the boss’s wife use her family’s resources? 

LMAO, where are all the people bashing Serena earlier? 

Public opinion flipped instantly. 

Before I could process it all, my phone rang–it was 

Vincenzo. 

I answered, and only three short words came through, “Open the door.” 

I pulled the door open to find him standing outside. 

Dressed in a black overcoat and dark gray scarf, he held 

an insulated food bag in his hand. His jet–black eyes 

gave away no emotion. 

He walked straight to the table after entering, taking 

out the food inside. “Come eat.” 

I sat down with my head bowed, sipping the soup 

slowly. 

The warm food settled my jittery nerves. 

Vincenzo sat across from me, watching me eat in 

complete silence. 

He only spoke once I set down my bowl, “Full?” 

I nodded. 

“Then we need to talk.” 

I expected him to ask why I hadn’t told him about the pregnancy, or about the baby. 

Instead, he said, “You’re pregnant yet still insist on 

getting divorced. Do you really want to cut all ties with me that badly?” 

I froze. 

“Or did you silently assume I wouldn’t want this 

child?” 

“Did you ever think—if I hadn’t seen the news before 

boarding my flight today–you’d be facing online harassment alone while pregnant?” 

“Serena, what on earth are you thinking?” 

Vincenzo’s voice wasn’t loud, but his expression was 

grim. 

I parted my lips, but no sound came out. Tears fell 

unexpectedly. 

Vincenzo froze for two seconds, then stood up to wipe 

my tears. 

His movements were gentle, but his words were sharp, “You not only led me on and abandoned me, deprived me of my right to be a father, but I even found out about your pregnancy through gossip accounts.” 

“I’m the one who should be crying.” 

I turned my head away, wiping my tears myself. 

“That’s not true.” 

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” 

“No matter what you planned, I thought you’d at least 

inform me about something this big.” 

My own anger flared. I swatted his hand away, “You’re the one who told your assistant to finalize the division 

quickly. You were already planning to divorce me- 

what else was there for me to say?” 

“I can raise this child perfectly well without you.” 

Vincenzo fell silent for a long while, then closed his 

eyes as if amused by anger. 

“You’re only bringing up something you heard so long 

ago now?” 

“Serena, you really know how to keep a secret.” 

I had no response. 

He firmly turned my head toward him, his eyes deep and calm, “Is this why you wanted a divorce?” 

I stayed quiet. 

“Before my mother passed away, she left part of her assets to the Santini family. I wanted to separate that 

portion and transfer it to your name.” 

“That’s what we were talking about that day.” 

I stared at him in confusion, “…Why transfer it to me?” 

A faint smile tugged at Vincenzo’s lips, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes, “I don’t want a divorce. I wanted to win you over.” 

I was speechless. 

“I originally planned to find a proper time to talk to 

you, but an emergency came up in London and delayed 

me.” 

“The first thing I saw when I got back was your divorce papers, wishing me all the best.” 

“How can I be doing ‘all the best‘ when you’re leaving me? Did you do this on purpose?” 

The dining room fell utterly silent, except for the faint 

hum of the radiator. 

Vincenzo brushed the tears from my face with his 

thumb. 

“Since you refuse to take responsibility for me, I’ll 

have to take responsibility for you instead.” 

“After all, I’m not the kind of man who leads his wife 

and child on then abandons them.”