The Mafia Boss Who Buried Me Alive Chapter 01
For five years since my ex-husband, The Chicago mafia boss Luca Moretti, died saving my life, my nights had been consumed by dreams of dying with him.
But when I was brought back to the hospital after my ninety-ninth attempt to slit my wrists, my mother sighed. With a look of pure exhaustion, she held up a wedding photo of my younger sister.
“Nina, your husband is actually alive,” she said coldly. “In fact, he’s marrying Sofia the day after tomorrow.”
I looked up in utter disbelief. My mother avoided my gaze, looking down at the glossy photo instead.
“Five years ago, we helped Luca fake that car crash,” she continued. “And that baby you thought you lost to a premature birth after your severe depression? He’s alive too.”
“He calls Sofia his mother now. The three of them are a happy family. It’s time for you to let go and stop trying to kill yourself. You’re just bringing bad luck to their lives.”
My body trembled violently. Clutching at any shred of hope, I forced my voice through my shaking lips. “Mom, you’re lying, right? Sofia… Sofia has a long-distance boyfriend…”
My mother cut me off, her irritation flaring.
“Sofia’s boyfriend has always been Luca Moretti! He’s the heir to the Moretti family fortune and is always flying to New York. She was a flight attendant on that exact route. They spent every single day together. Of course they fell in love.”
“They only faked his death because they were too kind-hearted and didn’t want to hurt you.”
“They could have had a great future, but they’ve been hiding in the shadows all this time because of you. I can’t stand watching it anymore. You’re the older sister. Stop making a scene and just let your sister have this!”
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I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug deep into my palms. My body wouldn’t stop shaking.
“Mom, why?” I choked out. “I’m your daughter too! Why are you only telling me this now?”
“You couldn’t bear to see Luca and Sofia hiding, but you had no problem watching me self-harm over and over again? For five years, I lived in a living hell of guilt, self-blame, and agonizing grief for my husband and my baby!”
SLAM!
She threw the wedding photo onto the bedside table and glared at me with deep disappointment.
“If I didn’t think of you as my daughter, you’d be dead by now! How many times have I cleaned up your messes? Every time you threw a tantrum, I saved you. Every time you cut your wrists, I rushed you to the ER.”
“I’m in my sixties, taking care of you day in and day out. Do I owe you something?”
She took a deep breath, plunging the knife even deeper into my heart.
“Let me make one thing clear. Your sister is getting married the day after tomorrow. You are going to stay here quietly and stay away from her wedding.”
“If you have a shred of conscience left, wash away your five years of misery and let your own sister live her life in peace. Do you understand me?”
“Don’t forget, your sister has been raising your son for you all these years! She doesn’t owe you anything!”
“It’s one thing for you to torture me, but I won’t let you make things difficult for her. She’s already been so sensible and has been through so much!”
A mixture of tears and bitter laughter escaped my throat as I completely unraveled.
“Mom, do you have any idea how many IVF injections I had to take, or how much agony I endured just to conceive that child?”
My mother didn’t even blink, her expression dripping with impatience. Without waiting for her to speak, I continued my hysterical weeping.
“During that time, I was completely drowning in the news that Luca had died saving me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him covered in blood. I wanted nothing more than to take a knife and end my own life.”
“But that baby was the only thing holding me back. I didn’t dare die. I was terrified of taking his flesh and blood to the grave with me.”
Tears streamed down my face like a broken string of pearls.
“I went to prenatal checkups alone. I filled out medical history forms alone. I lay on the ultrasound table alone, crying until I couldn’t breathe just listening to the baby’s heartbeat. But I was willing to do it all, because he was my only light!”
“And then what? You told me my baby died from a premature birth!”
My mother’s face paled slightly, but she remained silent. Looking at her cold, indifferent face, I suddenly found it utterly ridiculous.
“Now you’re telling me that my child is alive and that Sofia is raising him.”
“For the past five years, while I was living a life worse than death, slicing my wrists open, they were celebrating his birthdays. While I was ready to jump off a building, the three of them were happily walking through amusement parks.”
“While I was suffering from severe depression, using self-harm to cope with the agonizing loss of my child and Luca, he was holding my sister in his arms, living a sweet, perfect life!”
I laughed, tears streaming down my face.
“So now, Mom, you expect me to be grateful to Sofia for raising my son? Grateful to her for sleeping with my husband?”
My mother’s face drained of color. She suddenly clutched her chest.
“Do you even respect me as your mother anymore? You couldn’t keep your man’s heart, and now you’re turning around to interrogate me? Are you trying to kill me?”
“Leo still calls your sister Aunt Sofia. We all told him his mother went somewhere far away. Your sister raised him incredibly well! He’s much better off with her than he ever would have been with you!”
Before the words could fully leave her mouth, she sank to the floor, pounding the ground and wailing.
“Why is my life so miserable? My youngest daughter is so sweet and sensible, always worried about her mother getting tired. But my oldest daughter is nothing but a curse, constantly trying to kill herself and never giving me a moment of peace in my old age!”
The door flew open, and my father stormed in. Seeing my mother crying on the floor, he raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face.
