Denied Divorce? The Donna Widows Herself

When I was 18 years old, Luigi Conti, the craziest heir of the Conti family, pulled out a gun at an auction and executed the Don of the Serra family. That man happened to be my foster father, also the one who had me auctioned away as though I were a slave.

When he was being dragged toward the armored car by the military police, he kept laughing like mad despite having blood streaking down his face.

"Why must I atone for my sins? Since God refuses to save you, let me be your savior! From now on, no one in Sandalay has the guts to clip your wings anymore, my darling Isabella!"

Seven years later, Luigi gets released from prison. He looks at me as I wash dishes for a living in the slums before snuffing out the cigar trapped between his fingers.

That night, Luigi returns to his family and steals the position of the Don.

After we get married, I'm the only person who has the highest access over the vaults under the Conti family.

Luigi even forcibly expands the ring that signifies ultimate authority—which has been passed down from generation to generation for a century—and slides it onto my ring finger.

He buys half of Sandalay's estates just so he can fill the vineyards with the white grapes I've mentioned in passing.

He tells me that his turf is called Isabella.

But everything changes when I discover a photo album stashed in a hidden compartment in Luigi's study. All 2,000 photos feature a young woman in a white dress who is reading in the library.

That is the female assassin he's planning on training.

The woman looks very pure and innocent. She's most suited to conquer certain bigwigs' hearts. But now, it seems that Luigi's the one being conquered by her.

When Luigi finds out about my discovery, he throws the photo album into the fireplace and watches it burn in the fire with a stony expression.

"I'm just repackaging her so that she can aid me in money laundering. Just pretend you never saw the photo album."

I push the signed divorce agreement over to Luigi. "I said, sign the agreement."

Frustrated, Luigi pins the divorce agreement on the table with a knife, his expression insanely dark.

"Isabella Serra, have you forgotten about the Conti family's rules? There's no such thing as divorce. We can only be widowed."

A hunting knife slammed deep into the mahogany tabletop, its blade piercing straight through the thin agreement. The Conti family crest carved into the hilt looked vicious under the flickering light.

Luigi Conti slowly slipped on his leather gloves.

"Isabella Serra, looks like you need a refresher on the family rules." His voice was as gentle as usual. "You can only become a widower in the Conti family, never a divorcee."

After saying that, he didn't bother sparing me a glance and turned to leave, slamming the door behind him.

The butler, Marco Vitale, who had been