I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 12

I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 12

A few days later, in the study at Villa Rizzuto, the light was dim and the room reeked of

alcohol.

The assistant knocked carefully and heard a muffled “Come in” from inside.

The instant he pushed the door open, despite being mentally prepared, he was still shocked.

The usually immaculate study was a mess, with bottles scattered everywhere.

The Don who stood at the peak of power in Sicily looked like a drunk, collapsed on the

carpet.

His hair had not been combed for days, his suit was wrinkled, and he looked utterly ruined.

The assistant knew why.

A few days ago, Signora Padrona, whom Vittorio loved deeply, had jumped from the cliff.

Vittorio had beaten the kidnapper half to death and thrown him to the police.

Then he sent wave after wave of people down to search and rescue her.

But beneath the cliff was a rapid river.

The guards followed the water for a long distance and still never found Signora Padrona’s

body.

Everyone guessed her body had likely been washed into the wilderness and devoured by

animals.

But no one dared say that to Vittorio.

Vittorio, who once dominated Sicily with ruthless decisiveness, might not be unable to guess

that possibility.

But he insisted on searching anyway.

Like a madman.

“Why are you here? Did you find Giovanna?”

The drunk Vittorio suddenly opened his eyes, staggered to his feet, and grabbed the

assistant’s collar.

His grip was terrifyingly strong, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

The assistant trembled.

“No…”

“If you haven’t found Giovanna, don’t bother me.”

The hope in Vittorio’s eyes died instantly, and he shoved the assistant away irritably.

The assistant grabbed the edge of the desk to steady himself, then spoke with dread.

“We haven’t found Signora Padrona, but we did find something else. About Miss Conti and

the young master…”

Vittorio froze.

In a flash, he thought of the kidnapper’s words.

You really are a fool.

His heart suddenly pounded.

His instinct told him that what the assistant was about to say would be very bad news.

But he still clenched his jaw.

“Say it.”

The assistant silently stepped back half a pace before daring to speak.

“Do you remember the man who broke into Villa Rizzuto with a knife, intending to kill Miss

Conti, but ended up injuring Signora Padrona?”

“He refused to say who sent him before. Recently, we used certain methods, and he finally

confessed. He said… the young master is not your biological child. He is his.”

Thunder seemed to explode in Vittorio’s ears.

“How is that possible? When she came to me, she brought a paternity test.”

“Miss Conti did have a child with you, but that child was weak and sickly and died not long

after birth. The young master was born to another man because she wanted the Rizzuto

family fortune…”

“That man also said the explosion case three years ago was planned by him and Miss Conti together. They sought out your enemies and carefully arranged it in order to kill your daughter

and take the Rizzuto assets.”

Vittorio stared blankly at him.

The whole world seemed to collapse in that instant.

Afraid he wouldn’t believe it, the assistant took out the test report and placed it in front of

him.

Vittorio did not know how he managed to do it, but he actually opened the report and read it

little by little.

The paper was crushed in his fist.

Dario was not his child.

The kidnapping had been planned by Serena.

Then what had he done?

For a bastard child, he had caused Ansela’s death.

For Serena, he had caused Giovanna’s death.

“Sir? Sir, what’s wrong?”

The assistant’s panicked voice sounded.

Vittorio lifted his head in a daze and only then realized there was a metallic sweetness in his

mouth.

Blood had spilled from the corner of his lips.