He Used His Secret Mistress for Revenge Chapter 01

He Used His Secret Mistress for Revenge Chapter 01 If I Died, Would He Care?
I had been secretly involved with my father’s sworn brother, Vito Moretti, for three years.
At midnight on Vito’s birthday, I sneaked into his private club with a present, hoping to give him a surprise.
Before I could fully open the door, I overheard his conversation with several other family godfathers.
“You’re not seriously in love with her, are you? You aren’t thinking of marrying her, right?”
Vito laughed with open contempt and exhaled a slow ring of smoke.
“Marry her? Why would I marry someone who practically offered herself to me? Lucia returned a few days ago, so keep your mouths shut about Laila. Mario took the territory I wanted in that family bid and caused Lucia to be sent abroad. Sleeping with his daughter was my revenge. When Lucia and I hold our alliance banquet, I’ll show everyone the photos and videos from the past three years. Mario’s face will be worth seeing.”
A chill swept through me.
So the relationship I had treasured had never been love.
To Vito, it was only a way to punish my father.
If he wanted me out of his life that badly, what would happen if he heard I was dead?
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“You don’t need to worry about me. Focus on making Lucia’s alliance banquet perfect. As for Laila, I have more than enough ways to make her suffer. She fell for her father’s sworn brother and came to my bed every night. Once I expose her in front of everyone, let’s see how she continues living. I also want to know how Mario will react.”
The men sitting opposite him looked uncomfortable.
One of them finally tried to reason with Vito.
“Mario won the territory because he offered more money. That was all. Laila was still in high school then. She knew nothing about what happened between you, Lucia, and her father. Taking revenge on her is too cruel.”
Another man joined in.
“She’s the daughter of a powerful family. Her reputation means everything in this world. She loves you deeply. If she learns that these three years were only revenge, she may fall apart.”
Vito remained unmoved.
“Why should I care? Don’t tell me she had nothing to do with it. She spent the dirty money her father earned, didn’t she? Besides, how innocent can a woman be when she falls for her father’s sworn brother? She chose this herself.”
The man across from him sighed heavily.
“You’ve spent three years together. Did you really never develop any feelings for her? Vito, you can’t take certain things back once you’ve done them.”
Vito’s expression darkened.
“Feelings? There has never been a shortage of women around me. What makes Laila so special? The only reason I could sleep with her was that she didn’t resemble Mario. If she did, I wouldn’t have touched her.”
His tone became even colder.
“If she died, it still wouldn’t matter to me.”
I stopped breathing for a moment.
What if I actually died?
Would he truly remain this indifferent?
His friends eventually gave up.
They sighed, stood, and headed for the door.
As their footsteps approached, I hurried into a shadowed corner.
One of them heard the movement and glanced back.
When the men saw me, their expressions filled with pity.
Vito came after them.
The gift had slipped from my hand and fallen to the floor. The instant he noticed it, panic crossed his face.
He quickly stepped toward me and helped me stand.
“Laila, when did you arrive?”
I forced my lips to move and shook my head weakly.
“Only a moment ago. I wanted to surprise you, but I dropped the present.”
Vito visibly relaxed.
“Silly girl. Seeing you is already the best surprise. The gift isn’t important.”
He picked up the box and took me back to his private residence.
As soon as the door closed, Vito pressed his hot body against mine and kissed me.
The kiss quickly grew rough.
His hand moved toward my coat.
I crossed my arms over my chest to stop him, but he assumed I was teasing him and pulled my arms apart.
Beneath the coat, I wore the lingerie I had chosen especially for his birthday.
Desire surged through Vito’s eyes when he saw it.
Before tonight, I would have convinced myself that look was love.
Now I understood what he was really thinking.
Slut.
In his eyes, I was nothing more than a shameless woman who had fallen for her father’s sworn brother.
While Vito went into the bathroom to shower, I took an unused encrypted burner phone from my bag and called a black-market broker.
“This is Laila Romano. I need a female body with the same height and build as mine, along with falsified DNA records.”
I glanced toward the closed bathroom door and lowered my voice.
“On the day Vito holds his alliance wedding, I want Laila Romano to vanish completely.”