I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 18

I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 18

At this time, Giovanna was preparing for her wedding.

That was right.

The moment they registered their marriage, Don Raffaele began hinting around.

“Miss Ricci, you know my family has been looking forward to my marriage. Considering many factors, I believe we still need a grand ceremony…”

Giovanna found it a little funny.

Raffaele looked gentle and mild, but a man who could sit firmly at the top of the Camorra

through blood and storm could never be truly softhearted.

Yet at this moment, he sounded so tactful, as if he was afraid she would refuse.

It was only a wedding.

Why wouldn’t she agree?

Under Raffaele’s expectant gaze, Giovanna said, “Of course. I’ll cooperate with everything.”

Raffaele’s eyes brightened slightly, and his brows curved with his smile.

He usually smiled too, but those smiles were calculated, a lukewarm curve maintained for

social occasions.

This smile came from the heart.

It could almost be called beautiful.

Even now, thinking of it, Giovanna felt slightly dazed.

“You saved many people before. Why don’t I invite them to the wedding too? But many of

them are in Sicily. It’s hard to guarantee that bastard Vittorio won’t hear about it and come

disturb you…”

Raffaele, rarely this talkative, spoke beside her.

Giovanna regarded this wedding as a sort of performance to satisfy the Esposito family’s

needs, but Raffaele clearly did not.

He personally checked every detail, striving for perfection.

She came back to herself and sighed.

“Don Raffaele, actually…”

“Don’t say anything I don’t want to hear,” Raffaele interrupted.

Giovanna choked for a moment, then lowered her voice.

“You know I… went through some terrible things before. You really don’t mind?”

People were not made of stone.

After spending these days together, Giovanna’s cold, hardened heart had softened a little

more.

But she still did not dare throw herself into a new relationship easily.

She was also uncertain.

Raffaele’s family background, ability, and appearance were flawless.

Why did he have to like her?

Because she had once saved his life?

Raffaele’s expression turned serious, and he took her hand.

“What is there to mind?”

“My Miss Ricci is smart, brave, and kind. You’re a very, very good person. What happened to

you wasn’t your fault. Those things did not stain you.”

“I won’t hold your past against you. I only hope you can forget that pain too and make room

in your heart…”

“Try loving me.”

The light snow had just stopped.

Sunlight stubbornly broke through the clouds and spilled over the world.

Raffaele’s face was half-hidden in shadow, and golden light danced over his fine black hair.

It was dazzling.

Giovanna only felt the world fall silent.

Only the heart in her chest kept speeding up, thudding hard.