Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377: You Have To Believe Me

"I didn’t know that was what I was doing," she said quickly. "Julian used me, Father. You have to believe me!"

"Julian used you," he repeated, one brow rising with deadly contempt. "And you allowed yourself to be used."

Bianca’s chin trembled. "Father," she said, "I was taken from you—"

"You were married," Enzo cut in coldly.

"I was taken from you," she insisted, louder this time, the hurt finally pushing against the fear. "From Ma. To a family where I had no friends."

His wife looked up at that, eyes filling.

"My husband wouldn’t talk to me," Bianca went on. "He would not look at me. He would not let me in. I took the only lifeline I was given. Julian was the only companion I had," Bianca said. "The only one who spoke to me."

Even Enzo knew what kind of cruelty neglect could become inside an arranged marriage.

"I didn’t know what he was planning," Bianca said again. "Father, please..." Her shoulders finally sagged under the burden of pride she had carried too long. She was still kneeling, still trying to hold herself like a Vitale daughter, but now she looked heartbreakingly young all of a sudden.

"I cannot lose you too," she whispered.

His wife’s grip tightened around his legs. Bianca looked up at him through wet eyes, no longer trying to sound clever or controlled.

"Don’t turn your back on me."

"Bianca Vitale," Enzo said, "if you were wronged, why did you not come to me?"

Why did you do this? Why did you not trust me to handle it. Those were the questions he was actually asking.

Bianca lifted her tear-streaked face to him, breathing unevenly. "Because," she said, "I didn’t want you to know that the only thing you ever tasked me with... I failed at it." She kept going because now that she had started, she could not seem to stop. "I failed to make Luca love me."

"And it made me desperate," Bianca whispered. "I..." She swallowed hard. "Father... he couldn’t love me, and I couldn’t fail you. So I turned to the wrong person, and he used me for his own selfish plot."

Enzo looked down at her. "You will go away," Enzo said at last, "to Paris. For a while. Until all of this dies down."

Her mother let out the smallest breath of relief.

"I cannot walk through town," Enzo continued, "without someone whispering behind my back." His tone sharpened again, bitterness climbing into it. "Hell, everyone thinks the Vitales are backstabbers and betrayers. They think you had my support." His mouth tightened in fury at the insult of it. "If everything had worked, do you have any idea how powerful we would be in this city? The Genovese and Vitale taking down the Bastiones?"

His hand came down hard against the desk. "Now all I hear, left and right, is ridicule."

Bianca lowered her eyes.

"So," Enzo said, "you will go away. I will speak to Don Genovese."