My Don’s Deadly Choice novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The manor was silent. Deathly silent.

I pushed open the main doors. Only empty hallways greeted me.

Arabella’s paintings, gone. Her favorite piano, gone. Even the dancing shoes she left by the door… gone.

It was like she was never here.

I ran upstairs and threw open our bedroom door. Her side of the closet was empty.

On het vanity, het perfume, her jewelry box, her makeup-all of it, gone.

Only my things were left, lonely in this massive room.

I tore through the drawers like a madman, hoping for a sign, any trace she’d left behind.

Nothing.

Downstairs, I smelled something burning. The fireplace. Embers still glowed in the hearth.

I got closer. My heart stopped.

In the black ashes, I recognized a few letters.

Our marriage certificate. She’d burned the only proof of our life together. Three years, turned to ash.

A sharp pain twisted in my gut.

“Massimo!”

The door flew open. Bianca rushed in, my mother Maria right behind her.

“Why aren’t you answering your phone?” Bianca demanded. “It’s chaos out there!”

I ignored her. I just knelt by the fireplace, trying to piece together scraps of ash.

“Massimo, are you insane?” Bianca grabbed my arm. “This is not the time to get sentimental!”

“You need to hold a press conference, right now! Tell them it’s all fake!”

“Then you announce me as the new Mrs. Falcone!”

I slowly looked up at the face that once drove me wild.

Now, it just made me sick.

“You should start by telling everyone Arabella betrayed you!” Bianca said, her voice urgent. “Say she was

plotting with our enemies!”

Maria stepped forward. “Bianca’s right. The Rossi family is just one girl now. What can she do?”

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“The most important thing is to save our reputation. Marrying Bianca is the right move.”

I looked at their greedy faces and almost laughed.

What a fucking joke.

My mother and my mistress, picking over the bones of my marriage before my wife’s side of the bed was

even cold.

“You really think the Rossi family is just one person?” I stood up, my voice like ice. “You’re a fool, Bianca.”

“The Rossi network runs the entire East Coast. We pissed them off. The Falcone family is finished.”

Bianca’s face went pale. “Then… then we run!”

“Besides…” I stared right into her eyes. “It was always Arabella. You were just a sickness I couldn’t shake.”

“Alex!” I roared.

My underboss ran in.

“Lock this woman up,” I said, my voice coming from some dark place inside me. “The basement. No one

sees her.”

“Massimo!” Bianca shrieked. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Alex. If she dies before I say so, you die with her.”

Alex nodded, and his men dragged Bianca away.

“Massimo! I hate you!” her voice faded down the hall.

Maria started to follow, but I grabbed her arm.

“And you. Don’t you ever set foot in this house again.”

“Massimo, have y lost your mind? I’m your mother!”

“Get out!”

The look in my eyes sent her scrambling out of the manor.

The huge house was empty. It was just me.

I fell to my knees by the fireplace, cradling the ashes.

The proof of my three y s with Arabella. Turned to dust, just like our life together.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the few pictures I had left of her.

Her smile on our honeymoon, so pure and bright.

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The way she blushed the first time she put on her wedding dress.

The joy in her eyes when she told me she was pregnant.

Every picture was a knife in my heart.

“Arabella…” I whispered, tears blurring my vision.

I tore through the drawers like a madman, hoping for a sign, any trace she’d left behind. Nothing.

My mind raced back to the church, to the cold, calculated nature of her revenge.

It was too clean.

The takedown was about my betrayal, my public image.

But what about Bianca?

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