From Mafia Wife to Empire Queen Chapter 04

From Mafia Wife to Empire Queen Chapter 04

Three days later, an extravagant gala was held at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

Luca spared no expense, hosting a lavish banquet supposedly to celebrate Emma’s twin pregnancy.

In truth, he intended to officially announce Emma’s status to all of New York’s high society elites.

The ballroom was decorated in the most opulent fashion, filled floor to ceiling with freshly imported red roses flown in from overseas.

My arrival instantly sparked hushed whispers and murmurs among the guests.

“Isn’t that the former Donna Moretti? What is she doing here?”

“I heard Don Moretti is divorcing her for that pregnant mistress.”

“How tragic. Unable to conceive her own children, she’s lost her position as the matriarch entirely.”

I paid no heed to the gossip swirling around me, walking calmly through the crowd.

Luca spotted me immediately, his brows drawing together into a tight scowl.

He strode over to me in long steps, lowering his voice into a sharp warning.

“Who invited you here? I told you to stay home and reflect on your actions.”

“This is a private Moretti Family gala. Don’t dare cause any trouble tonight.”

I shot him a faint, knowing smile.

“Don Moretti sent out formal invitations. As your soon-to-be ex-wife, how could I miss such an important event?”

Luca let out a cold snort.

“Since you’re here, stay seated quietly among the guests.”

“Don’t stir up any more trouble for Emma.”

At that exact moment, the grand ballroom doors swung wide open.

Emma walked in wearing an elegant white maternity gown, surrounded by a line of imposing bodyguards.

Around her neck hung a priceless diamond necklace.

It had originally been Luca’s auction purchase, meant as my third wedding anniversary gift.

Emma sauntered straight over to me, proudly protruding her pregnant belly.

“Vera, I’m so glad you came.”

“This gown fits so tightly, the babies keep kicking inside my womb nonstop.”

She covered her mouth with a delicate laugh, her eyes sparkling with undisguised arrogance and triumph.

“By the way, Don Moretti said this necklace matches me perfectly. You don’t mind me wearing it, do you?”

I looked straight at her smug expression, my tone calm and unruffled.

“Why would I mind at all?”

“After all, counterfeit jewelry belongs only with trash.”

Emma’s face drained of all color in an instant.

“Who are you calling trash?”

She raised her hand in a fit of rage, ready to slap me across the face.

I caught her wrist in a firm grip, shoving her backward with one sharp twist.

Emma let out a panicked cry, stumbling unsteadily before falling straight into Luca’s waiting arms.

“Don Moretti! She attacked me! She tried to hurt our unborn babies!”

Emma burst into loud, tearful sobs.

Luca flew into a blazing fury the second he saw her distress.

“Vera, have you completely lost your sanity?”

He turned to face all the distinguished guests in the ballroom, speaking in a loud, authoritative voice.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to make an official announcement tonight.”

“Luca Moretti and Vera Draven are officially divorced.”

“From this day forward, Emma will be my one and only Donna.”

“The children she carries are my legitimate heirs to the Moretti legacy.”

A collective gasp rippled through the entire ballroom.

Every pair of eyes locked onto me, filled with judgment, pity, and quiet mockery.

I stood perfectly still amid the stares and whispers, a calm smile playing on my lips.

I pulled a thick stack of official documents out of my clutch and slammed them hard against Luca’s chest.

“Luca Moretti, open your eyes and read these carefully!”

Papers scattered across the marble floor.

The top document was a formal medical diagnosis report stamped with the seal of New York’s most exclusive private hospital.

Patient Name: Luca Moretti

Diagnosis Result: Congenital Azoospermia.