Chapter 10 It Was Him
Bella’s POV:
“Leone family?”
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I froze, puzzled as to why the Leone family would send someone at this time. Could it be that Madam Carmela had uncovered something about last night?
Suddenly, a chilling fear gripped me, as if icy fingers were slowly tightening around me, intending to suffocate me.
The servant who delivered the message was clearly frightened, her eyes wide with a hint of shock, which I found strange.
Her lips trembled as she stuttered, “The godfather… it’s the godfather himself, coming with armed men…”
“The godfather?” I had never met the godfather and was unclear about his temperament. I dreaded to think, if he was as vindictive and retaliatory as Madam Carmela, there was a good chance I could be shot on the
spot.
Madam Carmela, based merely on that men’s shirt, suspected me of infidelity and seemed ready to kill me.
If the godfather investigated last night’s events…
“Guns? The godfather is armed?” my father was clearly panicked as well; anyone would be fearful, since it’s unheard of for someone to bring guns to another’s house.
“Quickly, let them in!” my father’s voice trembled, and I couldn’t tell if he was excited or scared.
“I’m sorry, I’m already here.” Just as I was wrestling with the idea of sneaking out the back door, I heard a man’s voice.
His voice was deep yet steady and cool.
The next second. The man’s striking face came into view.
The moment our eyes met, I was shocked, even suspecting I was dreaming.
Rumors had always portrayed the godfather as disfigured, unsightly, and purportedly short, not more than five feet tall.
But the reality was far from it; he was excessively handsome.
Dressed in a bespoke suit that accentuated his tall frame, his long legs covered by the tailored trousers took him just a few strides to reach me.
“Are you Salvatore?”
12.58 PM.
Chapter 10 It Was Him
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What surprised me, aside from Salvatore’s almost celestial good looks, was the incredulity that this man was the one from last night’s hotel.
What bizarre twist of fate was this? A one–night stand turning out to be the godfather, my husband?
The godfather moved closer inch by inch, his eyes firmly on me, then he spoke coldly, “You should call me by my name, Salvatore.”
His confirmation left me utterly shocked, but what shocked me more was his insistence that I use his name!
Wait! Weren’t we divorced? A terrible premonition rose within me.
I glanced at Vivian standing by, her face looking terrible, her smile strained. Seeing her expression, I felt a surge of satisfaction. She must regret having believed the rumors about the godfather now.
“Godfather, please, come inside,” my father was the first to regain his composure. As the head of the Rizzo family, he naturally wanted to treat the godfather well.
“No need.” Salvatore’s demeanor was cold towards my father, “I’m here to take Bella back.”
What was this all about?
“Weren’t we already divorced?” I recovered from my surprise, not understanding the godfather’s actions.
The godfather’s eyes on me were like those of a snake eyeing its prey, he barely opened his lips, “The agreement is nullified, you’re still my wife.”
What! Did I hear that right? What is he saying? I’m still his wife?
Given my father and Vivian were present, I had no choice but to follow Salvatore into the car heading back to the Leone family, planning to ask the godfather about the divorce once we were away from the Rizzo family.
The stretch Lincoln was eerily silent.
As we drove far from the Rizzo family, I watched the godfather warily and demanded, “Stop the
car!”
The driver instinctively hit the brakes, and the car smoothly stopped at the roadside.
Without thinking, I pushed open the door, ready to get out. Salvatore quickly grabbed my arm, “Where are you going?”
“I’m going home!” His question seemed utterly absurd to me.
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- i) Seeing Salvatore’s serious demeanor, I suppressed my fear and asked, “Salvatore, you can’t just play with people because you’re the godfather and you’re handsome, can you?”“Is this fun for you?” I felt a pang of distress, seeing my hard–won freedom slipping away.
“It is fun.” The godfather’s face appeared rather menacing in the dark, like a villain lurking in the shadows, ready to strike.
“Especially last night, that was very fun.”
His mention of last night brought back memories of us naked in bed, and under him, his large size made my cheeks burn.
No, no, no, this wasn’t the time to think about that–I was the victim here!
“Freak!” I blurted out, immediately regretting it. Could insulting the godfather like this get me killed?
Fortunately, Salvatore’s expression didn’t change; he slightly tightened his grip and pulled me back to his side.
“Drive!” At the godfather’s command, I was headed back to that immense cage.
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