The Don’s Dead Bride Chapter 11

The Don’s Dead Bride Chapter 11

Luca broke.

The moment the truth hit him, he shattered.

He ran out of the study like a madman and burst into Isabella’s bedroom.

Isabella had just woken up. She hadn’t even had time to process the pain.

Luca’s hands were already around her throat.

“Why did you lie to me?!”

“WHY?!”

His eyes were blood red. He squeezed until she couldn’t breathe. “I treated you like a queen! I destroyed Elena for you—”

“And you’re telling me it was all fake?!”

“Die! You deserve to die!”

Isabella clawed at his hands, her face turning purple.

She was about to pass out.

I stood in the doorway, watching.

I didn’t call for help. I didn’t stop him.

They owed me this.

Right as Isabella’s eyes rolled back, the cops rushed in.

I was the one who called them.

Attempted murder, plus the fraud and conspiracy from five years ago. Enough to put them both away for life.

The cops pulled Luca off her.

He collapsed to the floor, looking at me—laughing and crying at the same time.

“Elena… I’m sorry…”

“Kill me… please, just kill me…”

I walked over to him and looked down at the man who once ruled this city.

“Kill you? That would be too easy.”

“Luca Romano, I want you to live.”

“I want you to stay awake for all of it.”

“I want you to watch Matteo and me live happily together. I want you to watch your son call another man ‘Dad.'”

“I want you to feel regret eating at your heart every single night.”

“Forever.”

Luca convulsed.

He stared at me, tears streaming down his face.

“The kid… he’s my son…”

He reached out, trying to grab the hem of my robe.

I stepped back in disgust.

“Take him away,” I told the cops.

They dragged him out.

As they left, he looked back at me one last time.

Isabella was dragged out screaming about a vengeful ghost coming for her.

The estate finally went quiet.

I stood in the empty hall, looking at the photo on the wall—the one that had been hung back up at some point.

The girl in it was smiling brightly.

Too bad. She was dead.

Matteo walked in quietly.

He came up behind me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and rested his chin on my shoulder.

“It’s over?”

“Yeah. It’s over.”

I closed my eyes and let out a long, shaky breath.

“Let’s go home.”

“Marco’s waiting for us.”

I turned and hugged the man who’d given me a second chance at life.

“Yeah. Let’s go home.”