Chapter 22 Hidden Identity
Salvatore’s POV:
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I hadn’t expected that a simple business meeting at the bar would turn into a dramatic spectacle involving my wife.
I watched the man who initially looked at Bella with adoration, but now, swayed by a few words from another woman, his gaze filled with shock and accusation.
Foolish. Only fools believe everything they are told without any judgment of their own.
I pulled Bella behind me and met their eyes with a cold stare, “It’s true, I am Bella’s husband.”
A few seconds later, the foolish woman sneered, “Impossible, Bella married into the Leone family
money, to a man both old and ugly, it couldn’t possibly be you!”
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At that moment, the music in the bar stopped.
The bar manager finally decided to show himself, “Godfather! You’re here, what happened?”
I scanned him with dissatisfaction; it seemed it was time for a new manager at this bar.
“Who gave you the audacity to let my wife dance on stage?”
I pulled out a handgun from my pocket, and Kelvin, sensing the mood, already begged for mercy on the floor as I aimed the gun at him.
“Godfather, please calm down, if I had known Bella was your wife, I wouldn’t dare even with ten times the courage!”
My rationality was still intact; I didn’t truly want to kill him I needed to make a point, to show everyone in the bar that Bella was my wife, the Godfather’s wife, and not someone to be trifled with.
“No! Godfather! This has nothing to do with the bar’s owner! It was me who concealed my identity!”
Bella certainly hadn’t anticipated the trouble her secrecy would cause, but I know human nature well. Even if Bella had revealed her identity, no one would believe she was the Godfather’s wife.
The wife of the Godfather needing to work part–time at a bar? It sounded absurd.
Even if they believed she was my wife, the idea of her being so impoverished that she needed to work part–time, to depend on tips from patrons, would suggest that she had been neglected by me, or even that I was punishing her, prompting customers to mistreat her further.
I realized that I was the instigator tonight, but I would never admit it.
“Godfather Madam Carmela please forgive my ignorance!”
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Chapter 22 Hidden Identity
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Many didn’t know, thinking Kelvin was the owner of the bar when in reality, he was just the
manager.
The real owner behind the scenes was me!
I opened this bar to have a convenient place for business discussions.
A bar is a good place; it’s hard for police to track any business done here.
“Bella, you’re so deceitful. All these years of friendship, and you’ve been lying to me! You’re the Godfather’s wife, yet you play the victim in front of me!”
“Shut up!” I shot the noisy woman in the arm, my aim precise enough to spare her life but harsh enough to teach her a lesson. My wife is not someone to be bullied easily.
She screamed loudly, and I impatiently ordered my men, “Drag her away.”
Then Bella, also angered, said, “Damn it! Don’t talk as if I’ve been happy these past three years!”
Bella stopped my men and grabbed the woman’s wounded arm, pressing forward to confront her, “That night, did you set me up on purpose?”
It seemed Bella was not the forgiving saint everyone assumed; she appeared to be a woman of
strong vengeance.
Indeed, if she weren’t, she wouldn’t have embarrassed my mother…
I had to admit, she was an interesting woman.
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