He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 10

He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 10

Luca charged onto the rooftop swiftly, a dozen bodyguards swarming in and encircling Elena’s 

men. 

“Luca?” Elena’s phone slipped from her grasp and clattered onto the ground. Her arrogant demeanor dissolved into sheer terror. “I thought you were in 

Chicago?” 

Luca paid her no heed. He rushed toward me, snatched the knife away and hurled it far aside. 

“Have you lost your mind, Vera?” He seized my bleeding wrist, eyes blazing red with rage, voice. shaking uncontrollably. “You would harm yourself simply because she ordered you to? What foolish. thoughts cloud your judgment?” 

I stared blankly at him, utterly confused. I believed 

he had traveled to Chicago to secure the heart. 

Why was he here instead? 

“The heart…” I rambled frantically, gesturing 

toward Elena. “She held the organ hostage. I had 

no choice but injure myself, otherwise Estelle 

cannot survive.” 

“Foolish girl.” Luca pulled a handkerchief from his 

pocket and pressed it firmly against my wound. 

“The heart was safely transported to the operating 

room long ago. I never departed for Chicago. It 

was merely misleading information to distract the 

Castellano family.” 

Shock washed over me: He had devised the entire. 

scheme from the very start. 

“Luca, please listen to my explanation…” Elena panicked and tried grabbing his sleeve. 

“Get away from me.” Luca struck her sharply 

across the cheek, sending her sprawling onto the rooftop floor. 

The powerful blow split her lip, blood seeping immediately. 

“Do you truly believe I remained oblivious to all your schemes?” Luca looked down at her coldly, his gaze devoid of any mercy. 

Elena clutched her bruised cheek, tear streaks ruining her makeup. “Luca… I only acted out of deep love. I cannot bear losing you.” 

Luca turned away in revulsion, refusing to glance 

at her again. 

“Take her away.” 

Bodyguards dragged Elena away without mercy. 

“Would you sever ties with the entire Castellano 

clan just for this woman?” Elena’s shrill cries faded gradually until silence prevailed once more. 

Luca’s fiery anger faded into complex 

contemplation as he fixed his gaze on me. “Does 

your wrist hurt?” 

I shook my head, yet tears spilled uncontrollably. “Not really.” 

“Lies.” He sighed deeply, lifted me gently into his 

arms. “Let’s get your wound treated.” 

“Estelle is still undergoing surgery…” 

“Rest assured. Top–tier specialists oversee the procedure. She will pull through safely.” 

Relaxing completely within his embrace, I finally 

let all suppressed emotions surface. 

Estelle’s transplant surgery proved highly 

successful. Watching her tiny heart beat steadily 

once more, I felt my own soul revive alongside 

hers. 

She stayed under intensive care observation for 

three days before transferring to a regular ward. 

Luca stayed by my side throughout this period, 

quietly handling business affairs or peeling fresh 

fruits in silence. 

Seven years of estrangement lingered heavily 

between us. I sensed he awaited my voluntary 

confession. 

On the fourth afternoon, his assistant delivered a 

thick sealed file folder. Luca set it aside on the 

nightstand unopened. 

“What is this?” I asked nervously. 

“An investigative report detailing the Castellano family’s illegal activities.” Luca studied me calmly. “I overheard fragments of your rooftop 

conversation with Elena. Now I wish to hear the 

full truth. I need to understand why the proud. 

woman I knew chose to abandon me and endure 

public scorn.” 

His persistent gaze broke down my emotional barriers completely. 

“Do you recall why your startup struggled 

relentlessly for funding back then?” I spoke hoarsely, recounting events from seven years 

prior. 

Luca’s newly established company boasted exceptional technology yet faced constant obstacles. Bank loans got rejected, investors withdrew commitments abruptly, and landlords broke rental contracts willingly paying heavy penalties to reclaim office spaces. 

He exhausted himself rushing around daily, suffering stomach hemorrhages from excessive drinking, only receiving cold rejection everywhere. I grieved helplessly witnessing his hardships. 

Everything changed when Elena’s mother arranged a meeting at an upscale café. She slid a check and legal contract across the table toward me. 

“Three million dollars. Leave Luca permanently.” 

“Do you wonder why misfortune constantly 

plagues him? My husband issued strict warnings. 

No local opportunities will open for him without 

our family’s approval.” 

“You love him, yet so does my daughter. The 

Castellanos can grant him boundless success. 

What can you offer? Cheap takeout meals and 

cramped basement living?” 

“Accept the money and vanish, making him grow 

bitter and give up entirely. Our family will 

immediately inject massive capital, and bank 

loans will be approved the very next day.” 

I stared at the check. The funds meant survival for 

Luca’s career yet buried our heartfelt romance 

forever. 

Staying beside him doomed his talents to 

perpetual suppression and stagnation. Departure 

filled his heart with hatred yet paved his path 

toward extraordinary achievements. I ultimately 

chose self–sacrifice.