After My Father Was Murdered, I Thought He Was My Savior Chapter 01
To marry the woman he truly loved, my fiance, Tommaso Rizzo, exposed my father’s identity in public.
My father had been an undercover officer planted within the Italian State Police inside the Sicilian mafia. He had been undercover for twenty full years.
They stripped him, hung him from the rafters of a family warehouse with iron chains, and tortured him for an entire day and night.
In the end, they used Sicily’s oldest method of execution, the Iron Chair, La Sedia di Ferro.
They tied my father to that cast-iron chair, poured gasoline over him, and burned him alive.
I watched my father struggle in the flames until he stopped moving.
It was a scene I would never forget for the rest of my life.
When I was nearly insane with the urge to take revenge on Tommaso, the boy who had grown up with me came back.
Rinaldo Ferraro.
He returned from Sicily with an army behind him.
He had already become the youngest Don on this land, the most feared mafia godfather.
He used the full power of his family to hire the best legal team in Italy for my father.
He swore he would clear my father’s name.
He said, “Valentina, I swear on my honor as a Don. From now on, you are mine. I will protect you.”
I believed him.
After the funeral, I canceled my engagement to Tommaso.
Then I married the only man who reached out to me when I was at my most desperate.
