Eloped Ex Wanted Me Back? I Became His Mafia Godmother! Chapter 08

Eloped Ex Wanted Me Back? I Became His Mafia Godmother! Chapter 08

I looked at him like he was a piece of dirt. “That baby died five years ago! He suffocated inside me because you locked me in that burning car!”

“You have blood on your hands. You can never fix this!”

It was like his entire world just blew up.

Dante went pale, dropped to his knees, and buried his face in his hands. He completely broke down, crying like a baby.

“No… that can’t be. I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t know it was that bad! I was going to come back for you, but Sienna stopped me! She said you’d be fine, she said she already called an ambulance! That’s why I—”

Suddenly, his face twisted with pure rage. He spat the name through his teeth: “Sienna!”

“She did this to me! It’s all her fault!”

Classic Dante. Still passing the buck, still playing the victim.

I just let out a cold laugh.

“She’s a monster, but what does that make you?”

“You cheated on your pregnant wife and left her to die. You’re worse than she is.”

“Honestly? You two deserve each other. Stay together forever and leave the rest of the world alone.”

“And don’t you ever show your face around me again. Next time, I’ll kill you myself!”

I turned on my heel. In the distance, Adrian’s meeting was over. He was standing there, waiting for me.

I lifted my skirt and ran toward him, smiling.

Behind me, Dante completely lost his mind, screaming like a lunatic. “All men are trash! You think I’m bad? You think Adrian is a saint?!”

“He’s at the top of the food chain, Mara! He plays way dirtier than me! You’ll never be happy with him! We’re endgame, Mara! Only me!”

I didn’t even look back. I just ran faster.

The guards dragged him away, his pathetic screaming fading into the ocean breeze.

I threw myself into Adrian’s arms. He scooped me up by my waist and immediately crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me hard.

“Forget him,” Adrian mumbled against my mouth. “Don’t waste your breath on trash. Next time, I’ll just have the boys shoot him.”

“Don’t listen to a word he says. I love you. You and I are forever.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

But Dante’s words did stick in my head for a second. It made me think about how I first met Adrian.

Back then, I was a walking corpse. My mind and body were completely shattered.

I had went to the beach to bury my baby’s ashes, but I was so numb, I just kept walking straight into the deep water. I wanted to drown.

Right before I passed out, a strong hand grabbed my wrist like a vice and yanked me back.

When I woke up, the smell of hospital bleach burned my nose. I looked up and saw a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes.

“I don’t know your story, but you need to live. Your baby wouldn’t want you to throw your life away.”

That was the first thing Adrian ever said to me.

After that, he just forced himself into my life.

He knew what I went through, but he never pried. He was just there.

He got me the best therapists, took me out for walks, forced me to eat, and slowly glued my broken pieces back together.

Then, he proposed.

He knew I was terrified of marriage. So before we even signed the papers, he transferred more than half of the Valenti empire to my name.

He even signed a prenup: if he ever cheated, he’d walk away with absolutely nothing.

He looked me in the eye and said, “Mara, marriage isn’t a trap. Let me be your safety net. I will never cheat on you. Just give me a shot.”

Dante wasn’t completely wrong—power changes men.

But Adrian gave me real, hard security.

Even if he does screw up one day and betray me? Fine. I have enough money and power to ruin him and start over on my own.

The next time I heard about Dante, I was back in New York.

The police called my private line out of nowhere.

“Mrs. Valenti, your ex-husband is currently holding a woman hostage at knifepoint. He’s demanding to see you.”

“It’s a hostage situation, and it’s turning ugly. We need you down here right now.”