I Hid the Don’s Son for Three Years Chapter 06
When I saw Luca standing in front of me, saying those words, my heart ached.
How had these years gone? I went to prenatal
checkups alone. When Johnny was born, the pain.
was so bad I bit down on a towel and just got
through it.
Later, he grew up. He learned to walk, to talk.
When people asked about his dad, he said, “I have
Mom. That’s enough.”
He wasn’t pretending he didn’t need a dad. He just
didn’t want me to be sad.
I looked down. Johnny was so small back then,
but he was already protecting me.
The living room went quiet for two seconds.
Just as Old Don was about to speak, an assistant
hurried in and whispered in his ear.
Old Don’s expression changed. He looked up
sharply at Luca. “You bought up all the family
shares?”
Luca smiled. “I own the company now. This house
is mine to lead. The wedding will happen – the
biggest one possible. I don’t need anyone’s
permission.”
Just then, there was a noise at the door.
Rebecca walked in, holding the hand of a boy
about four years old.
She walked straight to us and knelt.
The boy stumbled beside her and knelt too,
staring wide–eyed at the adults.
Rebecca’s voice cracked. “I’ve worked for this
family for years. I never asked for a title. I never
thought of myself as an outsider.”
She looked down at the bewildered boy. “I don’t
mind just being a nanny here. Even though this
child isn’t blood–related, I’ve always thought of him
as Luca’s and mine.”
The boy patted her hand. “Mom,” he whispered.
Old Don turned his head slightly.
The Donna walked over, bent down, and helped
Rebecca up. “Silly girl, get up first.”
She held her hand tight. “In my heart, you’ve always been like a daughter. No matter what
happens, there will always be a place for you in this family. Stay here. Don’t go anywhere.”
Tears rolled down Rebecca’s cheeks. She leaned
on the Donna’s shoulder.
Old Don sighed. “I don’t care who you marry, Luca. But Rebecca stays in this house. That’s non–negotiable.”
Rebecca lowered her head, the corners of her
mouth turning up slightly.
But early the next morning, Luca had already packed.
He took my hand and said calmly, “We’re moving out.”
The Donna stood up from the table. “Why? Did she say something to you?”
Rebecca blinked. “Luca, are you misunderstanding me?”
Luca ignored them and led me outside.
At the door, he stopped and turned to me.
“From now on, anyone or anything that makes you
uncomfortable will disappear from your life. I
mean it.”
I stared at him blankly.
