Husband's New Home: New Keys, No Wife

After my brother, Don Matteo Sabella, finds out I have a crush on our family Consigliere, Lorenzo Gallo, for years, he spikes Lorenzo's wine and has him delivered to my bed.

That night, he pushes deep into me, and we lose ourselves in each other.

When the sky begins to lighten, Lorenzo stays, kisses my temple, and asks me to marry him.

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire.

I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about.

That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don.

It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency.

Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

His Consigliere chuckles and asks, "Don, what do you think has changed the most since you took over the family?"

Lorenzo answers in this offhand tone, "It's definitely the fact that I can finally give those I care about most a home. But it also means I'm even more worried that Eliana and Sofia will be targeted because of me…"

My blood runs cold.

Eliana Rossi is his adopted sister, and Sofia is her daughter.

Turns out every business trip, every absence, every so-called emergency Lorenzo has is about them. He has another home out there.

That night, with my hands shaking, I dial the encrypted line. "Matteo, we've found the traitor. Isn't it time you stopped pretending to be dead and came to take Luna and me away?"

"Donna Sabella, in 72 hours, every record of you and your daughter, Luna, will be deleted from every system in existence. This is your last chance to change your mind—"

I swallowed the sharp ache rising in my chest and leveled my voice until it sounded numb. "No. Leave it. Do it the way we agreed."

Lorenzo Gallo and I got married first and fell in love later. We had three sweet years together, three more on opposite sides of the world, and now everything came down to these last three days.

I'd barely ended the call when I heard crying at the door. I would've known that voice anywhere.

It was my daughter, Luna Gallo.

Today was the annual heir assessment. Any child who stood out was almost guaranteed to be next in line to lead the family.

Before Luna left this morning, she was straightening her uniform with careful fingers, chattering about how much she wanted Lorenzo to see how far she'd come.

Now her eyes were red and puffy as she threw herself into my arms. Her little shoulders trembled as she cried.

"Mommy, does Daddy not care about me anymore? He told me he'd support me, but at