My foolish Godfather husband led me back to conquer New York Chapter 05

My foolish Godfather husband led me back to conquer New York Chapter 05

The De Luca family’s Mid-Autumn banquet was held at the private Manhattan club-Elysiur

It was the most famous neutral ground in New York’s underworld.

Black marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and bodyguards in suits stationed on every level.

The moment I entered, my arm linked with Nico’s, every gaze in the room fell on us.

“So that’s the De Luca idiot?”

“Such a shame. Evelyn Hart is actually beautiful.”

“An illegitimate daughter paired with a fool-fitting.”

Nico suddenly reached out and covered my ears.

His palm was warm, shutting those voices out.

“Not nice. Darling doesn’t listen.”

I turned to look at him.

He frowned, serious-like he was protecting something precious.

I took his hand down and held it in mine.

“Alright. I won’t listen.”

Sophia was there too.

She stood beside Grayson in a silver gown, her expression complicated as she stared at our intertwined hands.

She probably couldn’t understand-

why a “fool” would guard me so fiercely.

Halfway through the banquet, Nico tugged at my sleeve.

“Darling, I want that.”

He pointed at the strawberry cake on the dessert table.

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I grabbed his hand immediately.

“I’ll go with you.”

“No need. Darling tired.”

He said it-and ran off.

My heart tightened instantly. I got up to follow.

But the next second, a waiter stepped in front of me with a tray of drinks.

In just those few seconds-

Nico was gone.

Sophia appeared at my side at some point.

“Relax. It’s not like a fool can get lost.”

I ignored her.

I pushed through the crowd, searching for him.

Then suddenly-

The lights went out.

Screams erupted.

Glass shattered.

Chairs crashed.

Someone shouted,

“A gun!”

There was only one thought in my mind.

Nico.

I shoved through the crowd, running forward.

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My heel stepped on broken glass-I slipped, nearly falling.

In the darkness, people slammed into me, hands caught my dress, pulling.

Finally, near the floor-to-ceiling windows where moonlight spilled in-

I saw him.

Nico stood there, frozen, as if too frightened to move.

And behind him, a man in black raised a gun.

The barrel aimed at the back of his head.

“No!”

I rushed forward, throwing myself in front of him.

In that moment, I didn’t think.

I only knew-

he couldn’t die.

Before the gunshot could ring out, an arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me aside.

Then-

the crack of bone breaking.

The gun hit the floor.

The man in black was kicked down, his wrist twisted at an unnatural angle.

The lights came back on.

I stood frozen.

Nico was standing in front of me.

He held a gun in one hand, the barrel pressed against the assassin’s forehead.

His eyes were clear. Cold. Sharp.

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Not a trace of foolishness.

Those were not a child’s eyes.

They were the eyes of someone who commanded power.

The entire hall fell deathly silent.

Nico lifted his gaze, his voice low-unfamiliar.

“Seal the exits.”

Black-clad guards surged in from all directions.

The old gardener-the one who used to deliver vegetables-now dressed in tactical black, dropped to one knee.

“Boss. I’m late.”

Nico didn’t look at him.

“Keep him alive.”

His voice was cold as a blade.

“I want to know who let him in.”

I stood behind him, my hands and feet turning cold.

He turned around and looked at me.

Those eyes softened the moment they landed on me.

“Did I scare you?”

I opened my mouth-but no sound came out.

He raised a hand and brushed the dust from my face.

The movement was gentle, as if afraid of breaking me.

I finally found my voice.

“You… you were never stupid?”

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He looked at me.

After a long moment, he said quietly-

“Yes.”

red.

He didn’t smile anymore.

He didn’t call me darling anymore.

Outside the window, New York’s late-night lights stretched endlessly..

I clenched my fingers, my nails nearly digging into my palm.

“When did you recover?”

He looked at me.

“I was never broken.”

I let out a soft laugh.

“So from the very beginning, you were lying to me.”

“Yes.”

He didn’t try to explain.

That made it worse.

“Why?”

“That shooting wasn’t an accident,” he said. “Three years ago, someone leaked my route. They wanted me dead. I

survived.”

I looked at him.

“So you pretended to be a fool?”

“Only a ruined heir would make the person behind it lower their guard.”

“Then why marry me?”