Eight Years As His Secret Lover, I Married The Top Mafia Don Next Saturday Chapter 09
Lucius stepped close beside me and gave my hand a firm, reassuring squeeze.
I thought for a moment, then nodded. “Alright.”
I shot Lucius a calm, reassuring look to ease his worry, ignoring the curious stares from every guest in the
room.
We walked out onto the outdoor terrace overlooking Manhattan. Cool night wind brushed against my skin, and I caught a strong scent of alcohol on Slytherin.
“You’ve been drinking.”
“Sabrina.” He spun around to face me, his eyes red and swollen with tears.
“I know I treated you terribly. But I have to ask you one thing…”
“After everything we shared for eight years, would you still choose to marry me now?”
I looked at him and let out a quiet laugh.
“Slytherin, do you know what today truly means?”
“Today is the day I finally stopped waiting for you.”
Tears spilled freely down his cheeks.
I had known Slytherin for eight years, and I had never once seen him cry.
He’d stayed strong and unyielding when the Moretti family faced deadly raids. He’d kept his composure when allies betrayed him. Even when his empire stood on the brink of collapse, he never shed a tear.
Now he cried.
It was not out of love for me.
He cried because he finally understood that I was truly gone forever.
He stood there, looking like a withered tree stripped of all life.
“About Bella’s pregnancy…”
“That is your problem now. It has nothing to do with me.” I cut him off immediately. “Slytherin, you have to face the consequences of your own choices.”
I turned around and walked back into the ballroom without a single backward glance.
We returned to Manhattan after our honeymoon, and news spread quickly that the Moretti family had officially disbanded.
All of Slytherin’s personal assets were frozen, including the luxurious One57 apartment.
Bella moved out the very same day and vanished without a trace.
Alice called me soon after, her tone complicated.
“Slytherin lost everything. And the child… Bella was never pregnant at all.”
