Framed by His Mistress: I Watched Him Protect My Son's Murderer
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My son was killed in a horrific car bomb assassination.
At his rain-drenched funeral, my husband, Enzo—a Mafia Don—held an umbrella over my head, only to suddenly state with icy indifference:
"Gianna is pregnant. It's my blood."
Gianna. The illegitimate daughter of the Lucchese family boss.
I stiffened, looking up in sheer disbelief.
"What the hell does that mean?"
He cast a careless glance at me, completely unbothered.
"To end the war between the Corsican and Lucchese families, I've been with her in secret for a while now. Now that she carries the Corsican bloodline, I must give her a proper title. She will be moving into the estate tonight. You will not only accept this, but you will also give her the respect she deserves as the mother of my child."
At his rain-drenched funeral, my husband, Enzo—a Mafia Don—held an umbrella over my head, only to suddenly state with icy indifference:
"Gianna is pregnant. It's my blood."
Gianna. The illegitimate daughter of the Lucchese family boss.
I stiffened, looking up in sheer disbelief.
"What the hell does that mean?"
He cast a careless glance at me, completely unbothered.
"To end the war between the Corsican and Lucchese families, I've been with her in secret for a while now. Now that she carries the Corsican bloodline, I must give her a proper title. She will be moving into the estate tonight. You will not only accept this, but you will also give her the respect she deserves as the mother of my child."

















































