He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 09

He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 09

I woke up the next morning to find Luca gone. 

The hospital director hurried over, unable to hide. 

his elation. “Ms. Moretti! Great news! A matching 

heart donor has been found!” 

I shot upright abruptly, dizziness sweeping over 

me from rising too fast. “Really? Where is it?” 

“The donor is at a hospital in Chicago. The patient 

suffered fatal brain damage in a car crash, with 

perfect blood type and physical compatibility!” 

“Don Falcone has dispatched a helicopter to retrieve the organ. The transplant surgery can begin in roughly three hours if all goes smoothly.” 

Three hours. 

I covered my mouth, tears streaming down freely. 

Estelle was going to survive. 

“However…” The director hesitated, his expression 

turning grave. 

“What happened?” My heart tightened instantly. 

“We just received word from Chicago. The donor’s family suddenly withdrew consent. Someone 

offered double the price to purchase the heart 

privately.” 

“What?” Shock washed over me. Organ trafficking 

was illegal, yet someone dared to seize the heart 

openly. 

“Who is behind this?” 

The director glanced around cautiously and 

lowered his voice. “Word travels it’s the Castellano 

family.” 

The Castellano family–Elena’s kin. Cold dread. 

seeped into my bones. They intended to snuff out 

Estelle’s last chance at life. 

“Does Luca know?” I grabbed the director’s arm 

urgently. 

“He was notified immediately and headed for Chicago. Yet the Castellanos hold immense local influence. No one can force the family to donate 

against their will.” 

I released my grip and stumbled backward. My 

phone vibrated moments later, displaying an MMS 

from an unknown number. 

The photo showed a fresh heart inside a sterile 

transport container. A text message followed right. 

away. 

“Want this heart? Meet me on the rooftop.” 

Hatred blazed fiercely in my eyes. Without. 

hesitation, I rushed toward the elevator. 

Strong winds howled across the hospital rooftop, 

whipping my thin clothes wildly. Elena stood at the 

edge clutching her phone, wearing a triumphant grin, flanked by two impassive bodyguards. 

“You finally came.” She admired her newly manicured nails casually. “I thought you cared 

nothing about that brat’s life.” 

“What exactly do you want?” I stepped closer steadily. “You already have everything you desired. 

Why spare no mercy for my daughter? This is a human life. How can you be so cruel?” 

Elena’s smile vanished instantly as if hearing absurd nonsense. 

“Cruel? Vera, you brought all this upon yourself!” 

“You handed Luca over to me years ago, so why 

return now? Why give birth to that illegitimate 

child and let her cross paths with him?” 

Her gaze turned venomous. “I have detained the 

heart. One single call from me, and it will end up 

discarded like trash.” 

Panic surged through me. “Aren’t you afraid Luca 

will find out? That child is his own flesh and 

blood.” 

“Afraid?” Elena laughed mockingly. “Have you 

forgotten how he sees you? A greedy woman who 

abandoned him for wealth. I am his loyal fiancee 

who stood by his side through every hardship. 

Whose side do you think he will believe?” 

Her words left me stunned. He harbored deep hatred for me, hatred I planted and nurtured for 

seven long years, growing into an unyielding 

barrier blocking all warmth. 

My spirit crumbled, icy despair enveloping my body. “I will give you anything you ask. Just leave 

Estelle unharmed.” 

“Anything at all?” Elena raised an eyebrow 

skeptically. 

“Absolutely.” Nothing mattered as long as my daughter lived. 

Elena pulled a folding knife from her purse and 

tossed it onto the concrete surface. The blade. 

glinted coldly under sunlight. 

“I’ve heard Luca adores your hands.” She stared at 

my slender hands marked by years of hard labor. 

“You were the university piano prodigy, those 

hands were even insured back then. Sever your 

tendons, and I will authorize the heart delivery.” 

I stared at the knife then back at Elena’s twisted 

face. Frigid wind rushed down my collar. 

“Having second thoughts?” Elena lifted her phone, 

pretending to dial. “Keep valuing yourself, and the 

child dies.” 

“Stop!” I shouted anxiously. “I’ll do it.” 

Trembling, I bent down to pick up the blade. 

“Hurry up. My patience wears thin.” 

I drew a deep breath and pressed the knife tip 

against my left wrist. Estelle’s pale little face 

appeared in my mind. I could not offer her a 

luxurious life, yet I would sacrifice everything to 

keep her alive. 

I squeezed my eyes shut and tensed my arm. Just as the blade pierced my skin, the rooftop metal door crashed open violently. 

The sudden noise jolted my hand, the knife slicing sideways and carving a deep bleeding gash 

across my wrist. Crimson blood welled up 

instantly. 

“Stop right there!” A furious roar echoed across 

the rooftop.