For Five Years, He Took Revenge on the Wrong Woman Chapter 09

For Five Years, He Took Revenge on the Wrong Woman Chapter 09

“Caterina is Vito De Luca’s daughter.”

“Vito is the man who had you thrown into Narragansett Bay.”

The Serrano family had built its empire on Boston Harbor.

When Don Serrano was younger, he had done business with Vito. But Vito began stealing cargo,

shaking down dockworkers, and trying to seize the Serranos’ shipping routes. Eventually, the two

families became bitter enemies.

During a violent storm, Vito’s men stuffed Silas into a canvas sack, bound him with chains, and dumped him into the water.

Not far away, my father and I had been unable to make it back to port because of the rough seas, and we witnessed the entire thing.

I jumped into the water and dragged Silas back to our fishing boat.

When I broke the surface, I saw a girl standing on the deck of another boat nearby.

That girl was Caterina.

Vito was later sent to federal prison.

What remained of his crew retaliated by torching the Orsini fishing boat and murdering my parents

and younger sister.

Because I had saved Silas’s life, I married into the Serrano family.

The color drained from Silas’s face.

“Impossible…”

He denied it, yet his hand was already locked around Caterina’s throat.

“You told me you were an orphan. You told me you saved me!”

Caterina struggled desperately.

“I don’t know Vito!”

Victoria spoke coldly.

“This is all your fault! I waited five years to make the Serranos feel what it’s like to lose the people they love!”

A blade flashed.

Silas shoved me out of the way without hesitation.

I fell into Liam’s arms.

Liam shielded me with one arm and tried to stop Caterina with the other, but she still slashed his

shoulder.

The blade plunged into Silas’s chest again and again.

The guards finally tackled Caterina to the floor.

Sirens wailed outside, and an ambulance arrived within minutes.

Victoria collapsed beside one of the pews.

Silas was barely alive when the paramedics lifted him onto the stretcher.

“Calista…”

I stepped closer.

He raised one hand as if he wanted to touch my face, but it stopped halfway.

“I always thought you’d never leave. You smashed through doors, had clubs shut down, climbed onto rooftops… I took all of it as proof that you couldn’t live without me.”

“I used your pain to prove that I mattered.”

His breathing grew weaker.

“Our baby… Did our baby wait for me too?”

I still didn’t answer.

He closed his eyes, tears slipping into his hair.

“I’m sorry.”

“I failed your family… I failed our baby… and I failed the woman who pulled me out of the sea…”

He looked past me at Liam.

Blood was still running from Liam’s shoulder, but his arm remained steady around me.

“Don’t ever let her… go to the hospital alone again…”

Silas looked at me one last time.

“Don’t forgive me…”

“And don’t look back.”

His hand fell limply to his side.

Before the ambulance could even pull away, the monitor flatlined.

Silas died on his wedding day.

Only as he lay dying did he understand how close he had once been to happiness.

Federal agents took Caterina into custody.

She was suspected of murder and implicated in port crimes committed by what remained of the De

Luca organization.

As they led her away, she glanced back at me.

Her eyes were exactly the same as those of the girl who had stood on the bow of that boat in the

storm.

But she would never get another chance to continue her revenge.

Outside the church, Liam leaned against a car, half his shirt soaked in blood.

“We’re going to the hospital first,” I said.

“I thought you hated hospitals.”

“I hate employees who don’t follow instructions even more.”

He froze for a moment.

“When did I become your employee?”

“The moment I bought your agency.”

I opened the car door.

“The medical bills, rent, and renovation costs all count as an investment.”

Liam lowered his head with a smile.

“Then can I ask you something?”

“Did you buy the agency because it was a good investment, or because you didn’t want me to

leave?”

I looked at him but didn’t answer.

He didn’t press me. He simply placed a hand over the top of the doorframe as I got into the car.

Two weeks later, the rain finally stopped in Boston.

On the day Liam was discharged, he waited outside the hospital with two cups of hot coffee.

“The rain stopped,” he said. “Ready to go home, boss?”

I took the coffee and the hand he held out to me.

“Let’s go.”

A breeze from the harbor swept down the street.

This time, it didn’t pull me back into the past.