The Don’s Secret Family

Casually, I asked him, “Any special plans today?”

“Not really. I should be back early tonight to spend time with you,” he replied simply without looking up.

Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang. He picked it up immediately.

From the other end came a soft, coquettish voice, “Leo, darling, can we spend New Year’s Eve on an island? I love the midnight fireworks there.”

“Alright, I’ll make arrangements.”

The indulgence in his voice was something I had never heard before.

After hanging up, he calmly finished putting on his shoes, with no sign of unease. Just as he opened the door to leave, he seemed to remember something suddenly.

“Honey, there’s an arms auction in Trinacria today. I have to go this afternoon and probably won’t be back till late.”

Forcing a smile and carefully managing my emotions, I said, “Sure, the family comes first. Be safe.”

He looked at me, slightly surprised at my gentle reminder, as though he had expected me to complain, as I had always done whenever he said he’d be home late.

Right after, he turned and strode off with a trace of smugness on his face. I curled my lips and snorted. He must be in quite a hurry to see his mistress.

I walked over to the sofa, sat down, and dialed my personal lawyer’s number.

“Gather every piece of evidence of Leonardo’s infidelity. Draft the divorce agreement. I want him to come with nothing and leave with nothing.”

“As you command, Principessa.

“I’ve waited for this day. I’ll give it my all. Please wait for good news.”

After shutting down my computer, I decided to go for a spa session.

For the past two years, Leonardo had constantly harped on, “The family business has only just secured its footing, and our foundations are still shallow. Expenses are mounting. Don’t spend lavishly.

“Rein in your old extravagant habits for now. When the family’s interests are more stable, you can spend as you wish.”

Under his repeated admonitions, I hadn’t lived for myself in two years. Even my spa visits had become infrequent. Today, though, I intended to unwind completely.

Afterward, I went straight to the Demarcos’ headquarters.

I wanted to see for myself what kind of woman had managed to captivate Leonardo.

As the Donna, though I rarely visited the family, everyone inside recognized me.

Amid greetings from the family members, I walked in calmly.

Near the Don’s office, I saw Sienna picking up the phone with slightly trembling hands.

She whispered into it, “Don Demarco, your wife is here.”

She looked remarkably young, almost like a high school student, with two large, dark eyes set in a face as small as a palm.

In person, she seemed even more lively than in her photos.

With such an innocent, naive face, it was hard to associate her with someone who schemed to climb into power as a mistress.

I approached her. “Is the Don inside?”

She looked flustered as she stammered, “M-Madam, hello.

“W-Why are you here?”

I smiled. “Oh? Am I not allowed here?”

“No, no… That’s not what I meant.”

From her nervous reaction, it was obvious she recognized me. Even though I rarely visited, Sienna definitely recognized me. She knew I was the Don’s legally wedded wife, their Donna!

I chuckled softly. “Do you have a cat at home?”

Her face flushed visibly, her hands and feet awkward.

Then I kindly pointed to the cat fur clinging to her strapless top. “Next time, remember to brush it off before you leave the house.”

Ignoring her awkwardness, I turned and walked into the Don’s office.

Leonardo stood motionless before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, a cigar clamped between his fingers. Lost in thought, he hadn’t stirred for some time.

Hearing the door open but no immediate voice, he turned with surprise etched on his face.

“Giada? What brings you here?”

“I was out and happened to pass by the headquarters. Thought I’d drop in to see.

“Whether you’re free?

“For lunch together?”