A Genius Once Fell into the Don’s Orbit Chapter 02

A Genius Once Fell into the Don’s Orbit Chapter 02

I could have refused.

No one could force me.

But when I thought about that ambitious, handsome young man who once dominated the ice rink, and how I hadn’t seen him for a whole year, I somehow agreed.

I was twenty years old that year, about to become a sophomore.

My parents arranged a leave of absence from college, and I got married while I was still so young.

When I went to see him, he lost his temper completely.

He smashed a vase at my feet and shouted for Alessia to come see him.

I’m sorry, but my sister Alessia had already taken the black card my parents gave her and gone to study in Europe.

The Hawthorne family’s political influence was backed by the Ricci family.

The interests between the two families were deeply connected, making a marriage alliance necessary.

Alessia refused to marry a cripple.

So the Hawthorne family pushed me forward.

That was the first time my mother, Mrs. Hawthorne, showed me any kindness.

She cried about how difficult things were for the family.

She cried about how unfortunate Alessia was.

She cried that Mr. Hawthorne’s hair had already started turning gray.

I felt nothing.

Why tell me all this?

If I wanted to marry him, it wasn’t because of them.

It was because of Enzo himself.

When I was a freshman, Enzo was already a senior.

He was the most famous person on campus.

The hockey team captain.

The football team quarterback.

Everything about him radiated a dangerous, irresistible confidence.

Yet someone like him was also a brilliant student.

And the heir to one of the five most powerful mafia families.

The most dangerous thing about him was—

He was ridiculously loyal.

Countless daughters from powerful families tried to win his attention.

Some were even bold enough to throw themselves at him.

But back then, the only woman beside him was Alessia.

He was cold and unreachable to everyone else.

Yet he gave Alessia the only tenderness he possessed.

Because of that, Alessia became the woman everyone admired.

She proudly talked about how special she was to Enzo, believing she held an unshakable place in his heart.

I appreciated attractive men.

But what I admired more was his ability and his loyalty.

Turning admiration into love wasn’t difficult.

On our wedding day, Enzo didn’t smile once.

And because I was nervous, I kept wiping the sweat from my trembling hands.

When Enzo held my hand, I almost fell.

Everyone around us burst into laughter.

I felt like someone who didn’t belong there.

I vaguely heard people whispering about Alessia.

Enzo’s expression became even darker.

I thought he loved Alessia.

Otherwise, why would he hate me so much?

At that moment, I regretted everything.

My marriage.

And my secret love for him.

That night, when only the two of us remained, Enzo treated me like an outlet for his anger.

But his injured leg made things difficult.

The pain became too much, so I pushed him down and took control.

I sat above him and slowly moved with difficulty.

Soon, both of our breathing grew heavier.

His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed.

His breath was burning hot.

God…

He was just as sexy as I had imagined.

I completely lost myself.

The Ricci family had little internal conflict.

That was thanks to Enzo’s ruthless methods.

Strangely enough, I felt more comfortable there than I ever had in the Hawthorne family.

I loved reading.

I loved exploring difficult academic subjects.

Even though I had taken a leave from school, I never stopped studying.

As for Enzo, he went from disappearing for days at a time…

to coming home on time every single day.

Even when work was overwhelming, he would message me and tell me where he was.

I learned massage techniques from an old Chinese doctor in Chinatown.

I wondered if Enzo’s leg could gradually recover through massage.

So I started doing it.

From the first time I shyly told Enzo my idea…

to the point where I could skillfully massage him, six months had passed.

I had even memorized every acupuncture point of the human body.

At first, Enzo resisted.

But eventually, he accepted it.

In the end, he even waited every day for me to massage his leg for half an hour.

I thought it must have been working.

Maybe the boy I loved could return to the ice rink someday.