He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 07

He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 07

“She isn’t yours!” I exclaimed loudly. “Don’t flatter 

yourself, Luca. I left you for money back then. Why 

would I ever bear your child?” 

“Left for money?” Luca scoffed bitterly. “Now you 

sell yourself to me for cash, all to save someone else’s daughter?” 

“My ex–boyfriend’s child!” Words spilled out 

recklessly. 

“Fine then.” Luca laughed bitterly in his fury, 

plucking several strands of Estelle’s hair. “If you refuse the truth, I will uncover it myself.” 

“Luca, stop!” I tried snatching the hair samples but 

got pushed aside. 

“If I find you lying…” His eyes turned ominous and threatening. “Vera, you will regret every moment of 

your existence.” 

He departed with the samples, Elena rushing after him frantically. “Luca, don’t trust her lies! She 

clearly aims to extort you!” 

Silence returned to the ward. I sank to the floor, 

covered in cold sweat. 

The secret could no longer stay hidden. Once 

paternity test results came out, everything would 

unravel. Would Luca take Estelle away? Or unleash 

his hatred upon our daughter because of me? 

The uncertainty suffocated me. I desperately 

wanted to flee with Estelle, yet her fragile. 

condition ruled out travel. Without medical funds 

or a donor heart, leaving the hospital meant 

certain death. Despair coiled around my heart like 

choking vines. 

Luca did not return to the penthouse that night. 

His assistant arrived early the next morning. 

“Ms. Moretti, Don Falcone requests your presence 

at the testing center.” Sympathy lingered in his 

expression. 

The results were ready. I traveled there feeling like 

a condemned prisoner awaiting judgment. 

Luca stood outside the building with his back. 

turned, cigarette between his fingers, countless 

discarded butts scattered at his feet. 

He spun around at my approach. His usually cold, refined face appeared haggard, bloodshot eyes revealing overwhelming inner turmoil. He gripped 

the test report tightly in his hand. 

“Vera.” His voice sounded hoarse and broken. 

“Why?” 

He walked toward me, holding up the document. “The report confirms biological father–daughter 

relation.” 

“Why hide her existence from me? How did you survive these seven years?” His voice trembled, eyes glistening with suppressed emotion. 

My heart ached painfully, yet I spoke stubbornly. “You were never worthy.” 

Luca froze rigidly, stung deeply by my words. 

“Not worthy?” He laughed darkly, knuckles 

whitening from squeezing the paper fiercely. “Face reality. Your daughter lies dying in that hospital bed.” 

“She is your daughter too!” I shouted back hoarsely. 

This was my final bargaining chip, and my 

greatest weakness. 

Luca stared at me, chest heaving violently. After a 

long pause, he crumpled the report and tossed it 

into a trash bin. 

“Get in the car.” He turned and walked away 

briskly. 

I hesitated, remaining motionless. 

“Come if you want our daughter to live!” He shouted without glancing back. 

My body jolted, and I stumbled forward hastily. 

Thick tension filled the vehicle. Luca pressed hard on the accelerator, the Rolls–Royce speeding rapidly along roads. He stayed silent, jaw tightly clenched. 

I sat huddled in the passenger seat, hands. twisting nervously. Luca caught sight of the dark bruises and needle marks covering my arms, 

leftover from frequent blood draws for Estelle. His gaze darkened significantly. 

“Did that wealthy lover treat you this cruelly?” 

Open disdain laced his tone. 

I pulled my sleeves down to cover the marks. 

“He passed away.” I lied calmly. 

Showing him my hardships might stir mercy 

within him to save Estelle. Luca’s grip tightened 

sharply on the steering wheel. 

“Good riddance.” He uttered the words through 

gritted teeth. 

The car screeched to a halt outside the hospital. 

Luca unbuckled his seatbelt, exited and opened 

my door. 

“Step out.” 

My legs buckled weakly the moment I stood, 

exhausted from the previous night and ongoing 

emotional turmoil. 

Luca frowned, then bent down and lifted me into 

his arms. 

“Luca, put me down!” I struggled awkwardly amid 

bustling hospital crowds. 

“Quiet.” He held me firmly, striding forward purposefully. “Keep resisting, and I will drop you onto the ground.” 

I stopped moving instantly. Nestled against his 

chest, the familiar cedar scent surrounded me. 

Once this embrace brought me utmost joy, yet 

now it no longer belonged to me.