I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 15

I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 15

The man in front of her was Don Raffaele Esposito.

Years ago, in that explosion in Sicily, Giovanna had actually saved two people.

One was Vittorio, who had made countless enemies and finally received his retribution.

The other was Don Raffaele Esposito, who had returned home to clean up his sister’s mess

and had been accidentally dragged into it.

He was the Don of the Camorra in Naples.

At the time, Vittorio had been badly injured and was dragged out by Giovanna inch by inch.

Raffaele could still barely walk and found a way out by himself.

After surviving, Vittorio had pursued Giovanna with great fanfare, so passionately that

everyone knew.

Raffaele, however, had to return to Naples because of family affairs.

Before leaving, he left Giovanna one sentence.

“If you ever need help, come to me.”

Giovanna had saved countless people in her life and never thought about asking for anything

in return.

So when she desperately wanted to escape Vittorio, she never thought of asking Raffaele for

help.

She tricked Vittorio into signing the divorce papers and secretly boarded an unlicensed ship,

betting that Vittorio would never find her.

But accidents came without warning.

The ship ran into trouble, and everyone had to jump overboard to survive.

The wind and waves were monstrous.

Giovanna failed to get onto a lifeboat and could only cling to a wooden plank, drifting

miserably.

In a haze, she felt someone wrap an arm around her waist and bring her onto the deck of a yacht.

The moment she touched the deck, Giovanna began coughing violently, coughing out the seawater that had choked her lungs.

Teasing voices sounded near her ear.

“Don Raffaele, did you just rescue a mermaid?”

“She’s pretty, too.”

“Wait, why does she look kind of familiar…”

A low male voice cut them off.

“Shut up.”

The rich young men seemed very afraid of the speaker and obeyed at once.

The deck fell silent.

In Giovanna’s daze, a beautiful hand reached toward her.

Thinking he was about to do something to her, she instinctively slapped him.

After the sharp sound, dead silence fell.

After a long while, the young man who had teased before looked at her with deep respect.

“You dared hit Don Raffaele’s face. Miss Mermaid, I respect you as a warrior.”

Don Raffaele?

Only then did Giovanna see the man’s face clearly.

Sharp features, elegant brows, pale eyes with faint coldness.

It was a face no one could forget after one look.

“Don Raffaele Esposito?” Giovanna said in surprise, then belatedly felt embarrassed. “I… I..”

Raffaele sighed, sounding a little helpless.

“Although I failed to arrive in time when Miss Ricci was in trouble, surely that didn’t deserve this.”

Giovanna apologized immediately, lowering her head almost to the floor.

Fortunately, Don Raffaele remembered that she had saved his life and did not retaliate.

Instead, he brought her to Naples and took meticulous care of her.

As they grew familiar day by day, Giovanna still could not forget the slap from their reunion and often felt uneasy about it.

And now, it was even worse.

Don Raffaele had worked hard arranging her fake death, and she had slapped him again.

Giovanna wanted to cry but could only apologize sincerely.

“I’m sorry. I just mistook you for someone else…”

“Who? Vittorio Rizzuto?”

Raffaele narrowed his eyes.

The gentle patience on his face faded slightly, revealing a beastlike danger.

“Do I look like him?”

Of course not.

Vittorio had sharply sculpted features and a cold, abstinent aura, praised by Sicilian fashion magazines as “the celibate Don with a godlike face.”

Raffaele was gentle and restrained, hiding every sharp edge beneath a mild exterior, only revealing his pressure unintentionally.

But why did Don Raffaele’s question sound so strange?

Giovanna shook her head, trying to clear away her chaotic thoughts.

She carefully said, “Of course you don’t. He isn’t as good-looking as you.”

Raffaele’s expression softened slightly.

He was just about to speak when the doctor knocked.

“Don Raffaele, please come out for a moment. Miss Ricci’s full physical examination report is ready.”