He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 05

He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 05

With that, I shoved past the bodyguards and fled into the pitch–black rainy night. 

I sprinted down the highway until I flagged down a 

taxi. 

“Hospital, hurry! Please drive faster!” 

The driver grew alarmed seeing my bloodstained appearance and slammed on the gas. 

When I reached the emergency room, the red 

warning light still glowed brightly. 

My legs gave out, and I slid down the wall, 

trembling violently with every breath. 

“Estelle…” 

Time dragged on endlessly before the doors. 

finally swung open. 

The doctor pulled off his surgical mask, his face 

grave. 

“Who is the patient’s family member?” 

“I’m her mother!” I stood up hastily. 

“She’s stabilized for now, yet her condition 

remains critical. Her illness keeps worsening. 

Without an urgent heart transplant, she may not 

survive another month.” 

One month. 

The words crashed down on me like a death. 

sentence. 

“How much will the transplant cost?” I asked 

shakily. 

“The surgery plus long–term anti–rejection. treatment will cost at least a million dollars. We 

also need to wait for a matching heart donor.” 

A million dollars. 

Despair welled up inside me, bitter and mocking. 

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. I looked up to see Luca striding over with a dark 

expression, his assistant trailing behind holding a 

document. 

“Vera.” He halted before me, gazing down at my disheveled form. “Compensate for the damaged property and Elena’s medical bills.” 

Staring at the man I once loved deeply, everything 

felt utterly absurd. 

My daughter fought for her life inside, yet he 

chased me here just to demand payment. 

“Luca,” I rose slowly, leaning against the wall with 

hollow eyes. “How much do you want?” 

“Thirty thousand.” He stated the sum coldly. 

“I don’t have the money.” I replied calmly. 

“No money?” Luca let out a cold snort. “Then face criminal charges. I’ll press charges for assault and ensure you spend years behind bars.” 

“Fine by me.” I nodded. “Lock me up. Just save my 

child.” 

Luca froze, caught off guard by my plea. “Why should I save your illegitimate daughter?” 

“Because she’s…” I trailed off abruptly. 

Would he save her if I told him the truth? Or dismiss it as a money–driven lie? Would Elena 

spare Estelle? I dared not take the risk. 

“I’ll trade my life.” I locked eyes with him, speaking each word firmly. “You hate me, don’t you? Save her, and my life is yours to do with as you please.” 

Luca narrowed his eyes, studying me intently. After a pause, a cold smile tugged at his lips. 

“Sign this contract, and I’ll arrange her treatment.” 

His assistant handed over the paper. It was at mistress agreement. 

“You will be my lover until I grow tired of you. Be available whenever I call, stripped of all dignity 

and freedom.” 

Luca leaned close to my ear, his tone devilish. 

“Vera, you owe me this.” 

I signed my name, surrendering the last shred of 

my self–respect. 

Luca kept his word, transferring two million dollars 

to the hospital account that night. Estelle was. 

moved to a VIP ward and received top–tier care. 

Yet the contract’s first clause barred me from 

visiting her, demanding my constant availability 

with no personal time allowed. 

I was taken to another upscale penthouse in the 

city center instead of the Falcone Manor. 

“Take a shower.” 

Luca sat on the sofa, undoing his tie with an 

unfathomable look. 

Hot water washed away blood and grime from my 

body. When I stepped out, Luca stood by the 

floor–to–ceiling window smoking. 

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over my 

body without restraint. I tightened my bathrobe, 

growing uneasy. 

“Come here.” 

Each step felt like walking on shards of glass. He 

pulled me forcefully into his embrace and crashed his lips against mine, rough and devoid of 

tenderness, nothing but raw vented fury. 

“Did you ever think about me these past sevent 

years?” He panted against my ear. 

I longed to say yes, that he never left my thoughts. 

Instead, I answered flatly. “This is merely a 

transaction, Don Falcone.” 

Luca froze briefly, his passion turning even more 

brutal. 

“Very well. A transaction then.” 

That night, he took his frustrations out on me 

relentlessly until dawn broke. Exhausted, he 

headed for the shower. 

Curled beneath the covers, I listened to running 

water and wept silently. 

The next morning, a phone call jolted me awake. It 

was Elena. 

“Where are you?” Her voice brimmed with rage. 

“That’s none of your concern.” My throat felt. 

hoarse and raw. 

“You’re with Luca, aren’t you? Shameless woman!” 

She shrieked over the line. 

I let out a bitter laugh and hung up. 

Luca emerged from the bathroom moments later, 

wearing only a towel around his waist, water 

droplets gliding over his defined muscles. 

“Who called?” 

“Elena.” 

He frowned slightly and dialed her back, his tone. 

instantly soft and affectionate. 

“Nothing much, just handling work affairs… I 

stayed late at the office last night. Alright darling, 

I’ll keep you company this evening.” 

His effortless lies no longer stirred any emotion 

within my heart. 

After ending the call, he dressed and tossed a 

bank card my way. 

“Buy decent clothes. Don’t embarrass me.” 

He left without a single backward glance.