The Blind Don's Unwanted Ghost Wife

I died on a filthy bed in a back-alley clinic.

I willingly sacrificed my own corneas so the Mafia man I loved could see the light of day again.

But my soul was forced to stay behind, watching another woman claim my sacrifice as her own.

Dante reclaimed his throne as the Mafia boss. Believing the lie that I had abandoned him, he unleashed his vengeance upon my family.

"Where the hell is she hiding?"

He shattered my brother's hands and drove my mother to her death. He absolutely refused to believe the fact that I was already dead, convinced instead that I was just cowering from his wrath.

It wasn't until my medical records were thrown right in his face that Dante finally realized whose eyes he was using to look at the world.

The truth drove him completely insane.

He burned the whole world down just to beg for my forgiveness.

"Gianna, please wait for me!"

Chapter 1

Gianna's POV

Dante was torturing my family, all because he needed my heart to save the woman who had stolen my eyes.

He sat on the edge of a leather sofa in the middle of a dim warehouse. As the Don of the Cosa Nostra, his reign emanated a palpable, suffocating pressure.

His large hands absentmindedly stroked the sleek fur of a small white cat. Yet, his eyes were locked onto the bleeding man strapped to a metal chair.

My brother, Leo.

Leo groaned, his head hanging low. Thick drops of blood dripped from his chin, each one landing with a distinct, sickening splat on the concrete floor.

Dante leaned forward.

"I have a hundred ways to break a man, Leo," he murmured dangerously low. "And I'm running out of them."

With a slight flick of Dante's wrist, a burly soldier stepped up and kicked the back of Leo's chair, sending him crashing to the floor.

I surged forward like a futile torrent of spirit, trying to throw myself over my brother's battered body.

I tried to shield him, but I was nothing more than a phantom.

My soul passed right through his trembling frame.

Because I was dead—now nothing but a ghost. Aside from bearing agonizing witness to it all, there was absolutely nothing I could do.

Leo coughed, spitting out a glob of saliva mixed with blood. He looked up at the Don. "Gianna... is gone," he mumbled, repeating the exact same phrase he had been chanting for hours.

Dante let out a cold, mocking scoff. "Lies," he spat, taking the truth as an unforgivable sign of disrespect.

"You refuse to take the easy way out? Fine." He raised a hand, signaling his men to resume the beating.

Heavy steel-toed boots slammed viciously into my brother's ribs with dull thuds. Leo's agonized screams echoed through the warehouse.

Every guttural cry felt like it was tearing my own nonexistent flesh wide open.

I screamed, begging them to stop, but this cold, heartless world had no room for the pleas