When A Mafia Heir Broke My Heart

Zhu Gong

Mafia | Completed

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The custom-designed logo I created for Dante Mancini's new company, a gift for my twenty-second birthday and the supposed start of our life together, slipped from my fingers the moment I heard him tell his consigliere he was faking an engagement to get rid of me. It landed with a soft thud on the plush carpet outside the private room, the sound swallowed by the low thrum of music from the club. My world went silent.

Betrayal First love Mafia Arranged marriage Personal growth

Chapter 21

01-06 21:42

Chapter 1 Chapter 1

It landed with a soft thud on the plush carpet outside the private room, the sound swallowed by the low thrum of music from the club. My world went silent.

Chapter 1

Seraphina POV:

I had loved Dante "The Shadow" Mancini since I was fifteen.

He was the heir to the Mancini crime family, and I was the daughter of his father's most trusted Capo, Leo Moretti. In our world, he was my Don, my destiny.

I saw it confirmed when I was sixteen, at a Mancini charity gala. A piece of scaffolding, heavy and lethal, broke loose above me. Dante moved like lightning, a blur of expensive wool and raw power.

He yanked me back, his grip like iron on my arm, just as the metal crashed where I had been standing.

He didn't say anything. He just looked down at me, his dark eyes assessing, before he tossed a silver coin into my trembling hands. It was stamped with the Mancini crest. A silent, possessive claim. My guardian. I kept that coin with me always, a sacred link to our shared future.

On my eighteenth birthday, filled with champagne and foolish courage, I confessed everything. I kissed him. He'd seemed more bored than anything else, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "When you're twenty-two and done with school," he'd said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me, "if you still have this... loyalty... maybe I'll consider tying our fates together."

A Don's command.

I took his careless words as a holy vow, a promise of an arranged marriage that would bind our families. I built my entire life around it. I went to Pratt Institute in New York, closer to the heart of his empire. For four years, I perfected my craft, waiting.

Tonight was my twenty-second birthday. The culmination of everything. I'd designed the perfect logo for his new legitimate front, a sleek, modern emblem that was both beautiful and intimidating. It was my soul on paper, a testament to my devotion. A gift to seal our family bond.

Now, standing outside his private room, I heard the truth.

"She's a nuisance, Vito," Dante's voice was laced with irritation. "This obsessive loyalty is a liability."

"So, what's the plan, Don?" Vito, his consigliere, asked.

"Isabella is ambitious. She'll play her part. We'll announce an engagement. A baby. That should be enough to scare the little Moretti girl away for good. She's too... pure for this. It's for her own good."

A woman laughed, a throaty, confident sound. Isabella Rossi. An outsider, a social climber. "Don't worry, Dante. I'll make it very convincing."

My breath caught in my throat, a painful, sharp thing. The logo, my offering, lay forgotten at my feet. The silver coin in my pocket suddenly felt cold as ice.

I turned and walked away. I didn't run. My movements felt disconnected, like I was watching someone else. I pushed through the heavy doors of the club and out into the New York rain. It was cold, and it soaked through my dress in seconds, but I didn't feel it.

My phone buzzed in my purse. Dante. Then my brother, Leo. I silenced it, shoving it deep into my bag.

He didn't want my loyalty. He wanted to cut me out. So I would. I would sever the tie myself.