Gone in the Sea of Faces

Five years ago, I became the wife of Cesare Fontana, the most powerful mafia don in Navarino. However, he didn't make our relationship public.

Cesare has always been cold and unfeeling toward everyone. I assumed that's just the way he is.

One day, I get to see the way he interacts with Sonia Moretti, his childhood friend. When I see the bright smile on his face and notice the attentive care he shows her, I finally realize that there is someone in this world whom he treats with gentleness and warmth.

Alas, I'm not the lucky woman.

I hand over the divorce papers. Cesare remains as impassive as ever. He signs the paperwork without even knowing that it will mark the end of our marriage.

When he finally finds out that I've left, weirdly enough, he immediately panics.

He does everything in his power to find me and bring me back. By then, I've already left the country.

I make my way to a country beyond his reach and carve out a fulfilling life for myself.

Cesare becomes the one who pines for me instead.

Cesare Fontana was the most powerful Don in Navarino. My father, his most loyal subordinate, died six years ago after taking a bullet for him.

As the daughter of the man who saved his life, it was only natural that I entered his world. I was even granted the privilege of living with him.

At first, I never even dared to wish for our relationship to grow beyond that. Yet, everything changed after an ordinary family dinner.

Cesare got drunk and pulled me into his room. His lips pressed against mine fiercely. With a fiery passion, he claimed every inch of me. But once he put his clothes back on, he went back to being the cold, emotionless Don he usually was.

I thought what we did was simply one night of passion. Once it was over, everything would go back to the way it was. However, soon after that, Cesare rejected the marriage alliance his parents arranged for him.

I was there at the estate when it happened. I heard him coldly inform his father, "I don't need to resort to a marriage alliance to secure my power over Navarino. I will choose my own bride, and the only person who will be my Donna is Rosalia Valente!"

Thus, when he officially announced to the family elders that he wanted to marry me—and that I was the only wife he'd accept—I accepted his proposal without any hesitation.

All along, I thought that, as the Don, he was cold by nature, and no one could ever move him. I never imagined his heart could soften for someone else.

When he left an important meeting midway to rush to the airport, an uneasy feeling rose in my chest.

Then, he came back with a woman in his arms, her entire body drenched. His typically immaculate outfit was now completely soiled and disheveled.

Cesare was a clean