From Mafia Wife to Empire Queen Chapter 05

From Mafia Wife to Empire Queen Chapter 05

A deathly silence fell over the entire ballroom.

Every guest’s gaze fixed rigidly on the medical report lying on the floor.

The bold black words “Congenital Azoospermia” blazed under the crystal chandeliers, impossible to ignore.

Luca’s face turned ashen white in an instant.

He stumbled backward a shaky step, pointing trembling fingers at the papers scattered on the ground.

“This… this is all fake!”

“Vera, you’d forge such a malicious medical report just to get revenge on me?”

I stared at him with icy composure.

“Forged?”

“Feel free to call the hospital right now to verify every detail.”

“Luca, don’t you remember? Three years ago, you were in a severe car accident that injured your lower body. I personally picked up your full medical results from the hospital.”

The moment the words left my mouth, the guests erupted into loud whispers and shocked murmurs.

“My God, Don Moretti can’t father children at all?”

“Then whose twins is Emma carrying?”

“This is the biggest scandal New York’s high society has ever seen! The Mafia Don got cuckolded and is doting on another man’s children like they’re his own!”

Mocking laughter closed in on Luca from all sides.

His eyes turned bloodshot with rage as he whipped around to stare accusingly at Emma.

Emma stood frozen in terror, all color draining completely from her face.

She shook her head frantically, clinging tightly to Luca’s arm in desperation.

“Don Moretti, don’t listen to her lies!”

“This report is definitely fake! The babies in my womb are absolutely yours!”

“You remember that night we spent together at the five-star hotel? I’ve never been with any other man besides you!”

Luca stared at her panicked, guilty expression, doubt swelling heavily in his eyes.

He roughly shoved Emma’s hands away, roaring at the top of his lungs.

“Shut up!”

Thomas, Luca’s personal bodyguard, paled in terror, stammering uncontrollably.

“Don Moretti, this must all be a misunderstanding. Vera’s only lashing out in anger—”

“Shut your mouth!” Luca shot him a venomous glare before turning his rage back on me.

“Vera, do you think a fake piece of paper is enough to destroy me?”

“Guards! Throw this hysterical woman out of my gala at once!”

Several security guards stepped forward immediately, moving to restrain and drag me away.

Just then, the grand ballroom doors swung open once more.

A deep, commanding male voice echoed across the silent hall.

“Who dares lay a hand on my fiancée?”

Every head in the room snapped toward the entrance in unison.

Salvatore Ferraro stood framed in the doorway, dressed in a tailored dark designer suit, one hand casually tucked into his pocket.

A line of imposing bodyguards stood rigidly behind him, radiating overwhelming power and authority.

Every elite guest present recognized him instantly, drawing quiet gasps of shock.

Salvatore was the sole heir and head of the powerful Ferraro Family.

What was he doing here tonight?

Salvatore walked straight over to my side, slipping an arm naturally around my waist and pulling me safely into his protective hold.

He looked down at me, his hard features softening into gentle warmth.

“My apologies for being late, traffic held me up on the way.”

I leaned comfortably into his chest, twisting the diamond ring on my left finger with a faint smile.

“You’re right on time. The show’s only just getting started.”

Luca’s eyes bulged with disbelief, fixed furiously on Salvatore’s arm wrapped around my waist.

“Salvatore? How… how are you two involved?”

He pointed a shaking finger directly at me.

“Vera, you’ve been cheating on me all along?”

Salvatore let out a cold, mocking laugh, his gaze sharp and cutting as it locked onto Luca.

“Choose your words carefully, Don Moretti.”

“Vera is a single woman now. Our relationship is completely legitimate and honorable.”

“Unlike you — a man incapable of fathering children, foolishly raising another man’s illegitimate offspring as your own.”

“I must say, your tolerance is truly admirable.”

Luca burned with humiliation and rage, barely holding onto his composure.

“You’re lying!”

“Emma’s children are mine!”

I pulled another stack of photographs out of my clutch and tossed them hard into Luca’s face.

“Take a look for yourself.”

Pictures fluttered down across the floor.

Every frame showed Emma tangled intimately with another man inside a luxury hotel suite.

The man in the photos was none other than Thomas, Luca’s most trusted personal bodyguard.