He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 13

He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 13

In subsequent days, Luca practically relocated his entire office operations to the hospital ward. He visited daily bringing diverse novel toys, gradually growing comfortable interacting with Estelle. 

Initial awkward uncertainty transformed into 

smooth bedtime storytelling sessions. Estelle 

shifted from cautious reserve to wholehearted affectionate reliance. 

“Will you visit again today, Daddy?” 

“Please read this storybook for me.” 

Every innocent call of father illuminated Luca’s eyes with radiant warmth absent throughout seven bitter years. 

Minimal conversations persisted between Luca and me, yet silent thoughtful care surrounded my daily life. Fresh peeled fruits and warm milk. always appeared conveniently whenever needed. The deep seven–year divide slowly bridged through” quiet companionship. 

One month later, Estelle recovered sufficiently for 

hospital discharge. Instead of returning to the 

grand Falcone Manor, Luca brought us to a 

neighboring private villa. 

Cold monochrome interior decor changed into 

cozy warm wood tones. A brand new white grand 

piano occupied the living room corner. I halted 

walking in surprise. 

“Your wrist requires professional rehabilitation 

therapy.” Luca stood behind me speaking lowly. “I consulted medical specialists thoroughly.” 

The rooftop injury healed fully yet left lingering stiffness limiting wrist mobility. 

“I engaged top rehabilitation therapists and 

retrieved all your university–era sheet music. 

collections.” He placed slightly aged music 

manuscripts upon the piano surface. 

Moonlight Sonata rested prominently on top, my beloved classic piece from youth. I traced the 

familiar cover gently, eyes growing misty. 

“Luca…” 

“Vera.” He interrupted softly, wrapping arms 

tenderly around my waist from behind. “I sincerely 

apologize.” 

“I treated you unjustly and subjected you to 

unbearable suffering.” 

“Blinding hatred corrupted my judgment, turning 

me into a cruel thoughtless man.” 

His chin rested lightly atop my hair, warm breath 

brushing against my ear. 

“You may never forgive my mistakes, yet grant me 

the chance to make amends properly.” 

Leaning securely against his chest listening to 

steady heartbeat, long–suppressed sorrows finally 

released freely. Seven years of hardship and lonely 

isolation found emotional release at last. 

“We both made regrettable choices.” 

I neither accepted nor refused reconciliation, 

turning around gently and pressing soft 

tear–tasting lips against his mouth. Luca stiffened 

momentarily then kissed back deeply and 

passionately. 

Pulling away slowly, he rested forehead gently 

against mine. “Shall we begin our life anew?” 

We held intimate private church wedding 

ceremony beneath clear sunny skies rather than. 

lavish grand celebrations. Luca examined. 

wedding certificates repeatedly with pure 

delighted smiles resembling a joyful child receiving precious gifts, 

“My beloved Donna,” he whispered affectionately beside my ear. “I prepared special gifts waiting for you back home tonight.” 

My cheeks flushed warmly, pushing him playfully 

away. “Estelle still awaits us indoors.” 

Returning home, Estelle played building blocks 

alongside household caretakers. She abandoned 

toys instantly running toward us happily. 

“Mommy! Daddy!” 

Luca lifted her gently and kissed her small cheek. tenderly. My heart filled completely with peaceful 

contentment. 

After Estelle fell asleep that night, Luca guided me into the private study. He retrieved a velvet jewelry 

box from inside the safe. No extravagant luxury 

jewelry lay within. Opening revealed a simple silver 

band embedded with one delicate pearl 

gemstone. 

“I purchased this ring eight years ago.” Luca held the band gently, eyes filled with nostalgic emotion. 

“My startup absorbed all personal savings back then. Only minimal funds remained to buy this 

engagement token.” 

“I planned proposing formally on our anniversary day.” 

“Castellano interference overwhelmed my schedule afterward, leaving no leisure time even for peaceful meals together.” 

He slipped the ring slowly onto my ring finger, fitting perfectly in size. 

“I can offer countless priceless diamond jewelry pieces as compensation, yet only this original ring holds genuine significance for me.” 

“It embodies my purest initial devotion and eternal exclusive love.” 

“Despite years of resentment and painful 

estrangement, my affection for you never faded 

for a single moment.” 

Tears streamed continuously down my face 

falling upon his hands. True love endured hidden. 

beneath bitter hatred all along. 

“Luca, you foolish man.” I spoke amid soft sobs. 

“Indeed I am foolish.” He embraced me warmly, kissing away lingering tears. “A man foolishly 

devoted to loving you for an entire decade.” 

Bright moonlight flooded the room creating serene tender atmosphere. Abundant future days awaited us to mend lost seven precious years together.