He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 11

He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 11

That night, I waved the three–million–dollar check 

loudly before Luca, hurling cruel humiliating 

remarks deliberately. 

“Look at your current state. You cannot even. 

afford decent gifts. I grew tired of enduring. 

poverty alongside you.” 

“This fortune grants me years of luxurious 

freedom. Why waste my youth on a penniless. 

nobody like you?” 

He begged desperately with tearful eyes, grasping 

my hands suspecting hidden hardships. I pulled away harshly and boarded the luxury vehicle. arranged by the Castellanos, leaving him behind 

without a backward glance. 

As car windows rolled shut, I saw him standing alone in pouring rain, abandoned and heartbroken. I muffled my agonized sobs, refusing to make a single audible sound. 

For seven years, I watched his steady rise to prominence, his emergence as a powerful 

business tycoon, and his public appearances 

alongside Elena. Shame prevented me from ever 

reaching out to him. 

Luca’s expression darkened severely after hearing 

my confession. 

“So you accepted money to protect me, endured 

widespread slander as a gold digger, and hid away carrying my child all these years?” 

“I did not exactly hide myself away.” I wiped away tears. “I simply felt unworthy to face you.” 

“Unworthy?” Luca let out a bitter, sorrowful laugh. “You astonished me greatly. Your noble sacrifice. 

makes me feel utterly foolish!” 

He surged forward abruptly, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me firmly. 

“Do you comprehend how these seven years tormented me? I harbored intense hatred, craving 

revenge to make you regret your decision. I 

devoted myself relentlessly to wealth and power solely to overpower you.” 

“Now you reveal every hardship originated from 

selfless protection? What meaning do my years of 

resentment hold? Nothing but ridiculous farce?” 

Emotions spiraled completely out of control. I ached deeply witnessing his agony. “I am truly 

sorry…” 

“Spare me apologies!” Luca shouted loudly. “I cannot bear those words right now.” 

He released my shoulders and stumbled backward, colliding with a medical cart. Glass 

bottles shattered across the floor. 

Nurses rushed inside upon hearing commotion, 

falling silent instantly witnessing Luca’s furious 

red eyes and chaotic surroundings. 

“Leave us alone.” Luca spoke in a low dangerous 

growl. 

Terrified medical staff retreated hastily. He 

stormed out without another glance, the heavy 

door slamming shut loudly. 

The loud crash echoed heavily in my heart, yet my tense nerves finally relaxed. Seven years of 

concealed secrets and heavy burdens ended amid 

this emotional outburst. 

I sank slowly down the wall, shoulders trembling 

silently as tears flowed freely. 

After regaining composure, I walked toward Estelle’s hospital bed. She slept peacefully, healthy color returning to her cheeks, chest rising and falling steadily with calm breathing 

I gently brushed my fingertips against her warm. cheek. The tangible warmth of living life brought me peaceful reassurance. 

Late that night inside Falcone Group’s top–floor 

executive office. Assistant Nico knocked and 

entered cautiously. 

Luca stood rigidly facing floor–to–ceiling windows, 

cigarette held loosely between his fingers like an 

immovable stone statue. 

“Don Falcone…” Nico spoke cautiously. 

Luca remained turned away. 

“Announce immediate termination of all 

cooperative projects with the Castellano family.” 

His voice sounded hoarse and cold. “Submit all 

documented evidence of their illegal violations 

anonymously to financial regulatory authorities 

and tax bureaus.” 

Nico grew greatly alarmed. This action far 

exceeded business rivalry, aiming to completely destroy the rival clan. 

“Don Falcone, the Castellano family still maintains 

considerable influence…” 

“Execute my orders without delay.” Luca 

interrupted sharply, oppressive tension filling the 

room. 

“Understood.” Nico bowed respectfully and 

withdrew. 

Dead silence settled within the office. Luca 

extinguished his cigarette and unlocked his 

cellphone, opening his private photo gallery. 

Only one picture existed there, secretly captured 

long ago. Vera slumbered beside Estelle’s bed, still 

tightly clutching their daughter’s small hand. Her 

gaunt face carried persistent worry even in sleep, 

dark under–eye circles revealing exhaustion. 

He traced the shadowed skin gently with his 

fingertip. Scars he once mocked mercilessly now 

pierced his conscience like burning hot needles. 

He believed he retaliated against a greedy 

betrayer, yet all along he tormented the woman 

who sacrificed everything to shield him. Luca 

pressed the phone tightly against his chest, 

sliding down the glass wall and curling onto the 

floor. The billionaire wept helplessly like a lonely 

child deep into the quiet night.