The Mafia’s Substitute Bride Chapter 06

The Mafia’s Substitute Bride Chapter 06

Callum’s POV

“That’s impossible,” I said. “She has a scar on her waist. It looks exactly like a kidney donation scar.”

The doctor shook his head. “That scar came from open surgery for kidney stones. Not a donation”

Cold swept down my spine.

Three years ago, I was diagnosed with end-stage kidney failure.

I hid it from everyone.

From my parents.

From Vivienne.

I was ready to die.

Then a donor matched.

During my recovery, a nurse let something slip. The donor was a young woman in her twenties. Kind. Quiet.

She didn’t even tell her family.

I begged for more information.

Finally, the nurse said, “She’s in the room next to yours. Bed Eight.”

Even with the pain ripping through me, I forced myself to that room.

Mara was lying in the bed.

I knew she liked me. She had hinted enough when she worked as my secretary. I had always refused her.

But this?

A kidney?

My heart cracked open.

“Thank you, Mara,” I said, walking into the room with my voice breaking. “You donated a kidney for me I

never imagined you would go this far. From now on, whatever you need, I’ll make it happen.”

She froze for a few seconds.

Then she blushed and said, “Mm.”

I was too moved to notice the panic flickering in her eyes.

From that day on, I brought Mara into my world. I introduced her to everyone. Defended her against everyone.

And because of her, I personally sent Vivienne into the Russo wedding convoy

Now they were telling me it had all been a mistake.

Mara was not my donor.

Then who was?

I found my old surgeon. I pushed until he gave me the donor file.

The name on it was Vivienne Hart.

I couldn’t breathe.

She had saved my life.

And she had never told me.

I called her.

No answer.

Blocked.

WhatsApp. Blocked.

Every path back to her was shut.

I rushed to the Russo estate.

The guards stopped me at the gate.

“Let me in,” I shouted. “I need to see Old Don Russo’s wife.”

The guards exchanged a strange look.

“The old Don’s wife?” one of them said. “She died three years ago. The old Don is a widower. He has no wife.”