After Breaking Up with the Mafia Don, All My Resources Were Stolen Chapter 08

After Breaking Up with the Mafia Don, All My Resources Were Stolen Chapter 08

Enzo’s request to get back together left me too stunned to speak.

Men in power did not lower their heads easily.

He was so proud. If he could ask this, then he probably truly wanted to reconcile.

But I did not understand.

If he had held me in his heart for the past six years, why had he never come to find me?

Why had he let others make things so difficult for me?

Enzo said, “I did send people to look for you. But the news they brought back was that you had found someone new.”

It was not long after I broke up with him, on the day my mother came.

Because transportation from my hometown was inconvenient, I asked a cousin to drive my mother over.

That must have been when Enzo’s people saw us and mistook my cousin for my new boyfriend.

Enzo sounded a little angry.

“You dumped me in public and found someone new so quickly. Wasn’t I allowed to have a temper?”

“So you had people send me terrible scripts and intercept all my endorsements, right?”

Enzo froze.

“Intercept all your endorsements?”

Those things were not done by him.

To be precise, they were done by Sofia in his name.

But I did not believe he had known nothing.

He was such a sharp man.

Had he truly failed to notice?

Or had he simply been angry and allowed the people around him to take revenge for him?

“Enzo, you lost your best friend, and you were devastated. Then do you know that when my mother died, I was devastated too?”

More devastated than you were.

At my lowest, I once stood on a rooftop, tilted my head toward the night sky, treated the stars as my mother, and asked whether they could take me away too.

I could not eat.

I could not sleep.

Because of the medication, my weight had shot up before. Later, because of grief, I lost weight rapidly in a short time.

So when I returned to Hollywood, I was frighteningly thin.

At first, Coco did not want me at all.

I begged her for a long time and promised I would listen obediently

before she reluctantly signed me and became my manager.

Later, after spending enough time with me, she came to know what kind of person I was and grew attached.

That was why she always felt angry on my behalf.

“That Sofia Ricci is only relying on her family background. She wants everything. If she can’t get it, she steals it.”

“I don’t think she should be an actress. She should be a robber.”

“When you were with Enzo, the Vitale Family said they would never accept an actress as the heir’s wife. Why is Sofia showing her face everywhere now, and the Vitale Family doesn’t care?”

“Your acting is a hundred times better than hers. Anyone with eyes can see that.”

Of course, Coco only cursed like that in private when it was just the two of us.

In public, she called him “Don Enzo” and called Sofia “Miss Ricci” with perfect politeness.

Because we were ants.

We could not fight capital.

And now, because Enzo knew I had once been pregnant with his child, he wanted to get back together.

What was this? An extra handout after the award?