The Soldier I Married Is the Don’s Heir Chapter 07

The Soldier I Married Is the Don’s Heir Chapter 07

The air froze instantly.

Tears welled up in Aurora’s eyes again.

“Rocco, you don’t have to lie for Estate. The man keeping her has been at the construction site the whole time…”

Luca immediately chimed in.

“That’s right. I’ve seen that worker. He’s crude and shabby. There’s no way it’s you./Estate lied to you. If you really want a marriage alliance, Aurora is the better choice.”

Rocco laughed in anger.

He probably never imagined he’d be belittled to shabby right to his face.

He walked to the center of the banquet hall and tossed a drive to the butler. “Time to go public. My fiancée and I are very happy.”

The comments were still stubbornly celebrating.

[He’s definitely going to reveal his identity and propose to Aurora! Estate’s about to be thrown out in public.]

[Don’t make excuses for Estate. Rocco’s just been completely fooled by her, that’s why he’s faking evidence for a lying bitch.]

[Impossible! Why would anyone love someone like Estate? She must have edited the video and forced Rocco to play along. A parasite like her schemes for men’s money with every breath.]

Aurora blushed and hid in Luca’s arms.

“Luca, is Rocco going to fulfill the engagement? He didn’t have to propose in public the moment he came back…”

When the Conti family hadn’t fallen yet, there really had been an engagement with the Vadala family.

But the Conti family had two daughters. The engagement never specified whether it was Aurora or

My parents had decided for everyone long ago. Of course it belonged to Aurora.

I was used to it.

Before Aurora could finish, two faces appeared on the big screen in the banquet hall-mine and

Rocco’s, close together.

They were videos from our shared account.

In the first video, Rocco held up a heart-shaped lunchbox and proudly announced to the camera

“Esta made me a love lunch.”

From off-camera, I laughed.

“You made that yourself.”

Rocco smiled and leaned in.

“I belong to you, so the lunchbox I made counts as yours too.”

The next clip was us at Coney Island beach. Sunset fell on the water, and he kissed me for a long

time.

Rocco had bought an action camera on a whim to document our life. I never thought he’d play it at an event like this. Many of the socialites looked furious.

Rocco walked to the center of the crowd and spoke coldly to Aurora.

“The Conti family can’t even spare a normal meal for their own daughter, and you still dare stand here and slander her. You disgust me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Aurora said, panicked.

“Do I need to say out loud that you withheld her living expenses?” Rocco’s voice was ice.

The whispers around us quickly changed direction.

“Withheld living expenses? Didn’t the Conti family’s finances recover a while ago?”

“Who knows with them? What a show.”

The comments still refused to accept the truth.

[Videos can be faked! A poor, greedy woman like Estate must have planned this all along.]

[So what if she wasn’t kept? She’ll never be a real Mrs. Vadala.]

[Why is everyone suddenly defending her? Can a fat girl just play the victim a few times and have her greed washed into trauma?]

Michele’s expression was just as dark.

His eyes were sharp. Of course he could see what had happened.

My parents hurried to pull Aurora and Luca, who still wanted to argue, and the four of them fled under the eyes of the whole room.

The butler wheeled Michele over to me. He looked me up and down for a long time, then gave a cold

snort.

“Looks are barely passable.”

I didn’t answer.

But Rocco immediately got upset.

“Father, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Michele only had this one son. He was helpless against the son he’d just gotten back, and could only sigh heavily.

“Fine. You chose her. You’re responsible for her to the end.”