Rejected by My Husband, Cherished by the Don novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I could hear Antonia snickering behind me, sounding as if she was mocking me because I was about to become a victim to her schemes again.

I ignored her and continued staring at Marco stubbornly. I didn’t know why, but I had a feeling that he was different from everyone else.

Marco and I had grown up together. As he had promised me in the past, I believed he wouldn’t betray me.

He approached us until he was standing right next to me. He suddenly grabbed my hand and lifted it before brushing his fingers lightly across it.

“Did you hurt your hand?” he asked in a voice that was overflowing with gentleness. “You should let me deal with something like this in the future.”

Marco didn’t spare Antonia a single glance as he pulled open the car door and ushered me inside, preparing to take me home.

“Uncle Marco!” Antonia dropped the act and scrambled up to her feet. She rushed toward us and nearly shoved the invitation into Marco’s hands.

“My engagement banquet is in three days. I’d like to extend an invitation to you.”

“Uncle? An invitation?”

Marco took the invitation and dropped it to the ground in the next second. “Who do you think you are?” he demanded. ” What gives you the right to call me your uncle?”

Compared to the gentle way he treated me earlier, irritation was written all over Marco’s face at that moment. “Gina is the Scapuzzi family’s only granddaughter. Not just any riffraff from the streets can associate themselves with the Scapuzzis.”

Antonia’s smile stiffened. She must have been spoiled rotten by the Farro family, making her assume that all men in the world were as foolish as Stefano. She also must have gotten it into her head that she was capable of taking everything that belonged to me.

Unfortunately, she had no idea that the things that she had taken from me were nothing but trash.

“W-Well… Gina and I are sisters. After Aunt Teresa left, Mom always told me to take good care of Gina. I treat her like she’s my actual sister. It’s only natural that I would think of her family as my own family.”

Antonia was even more thick-skinned than I expected. She was still able to put on a troubled appearance even now.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Scapuzzi. I don’t know what Gina told you to make you hate me so much, but you shouldn’t be so prejudiced against me.”

Antonia was falling into her old habits. Whenever we got into an argument in the past, she would fix an upset expression on her face and pin all the blame on me. The moment this troubled expression appeared on her face, Dad and the Farro brothers would punish me on her behalf.

However, things had changed. I was no longer surrounded by men like my biased father or my two-timing lover. The man standing next to me now was Marco, who would unwaveringly choose me every time.

As expected, Marco’s voice was dripping with mockery when he said, “Family? Gina has her own family. She doesn’t need an unpresentable lowlife to take care of her.

“You’re nothing more than a mistress’ daughter. You should have obediently stayed where you belong in the sewers like the rat that you are. What makes you think you have the right or authority to say these things?”

Antonia’s face reddened in an instant.

I knew she hated it the most whenever anyone brought up her background. After all, her mother was a homewrecker, while she was the product of a clandestine affair. It was why she had tried so hard to twist the truth in the past few years, shifting her history onto me instead.