The Don Begged Me for Second Chance

“Help me fake my death and arrange a completely new identity.”

“Donna,” the man was clearly shocked. “Why? The Don dotes on you. The whole of Sicily knows—”

“That’s none of your business,” I interrupted him. “I’m leaving in five days.”

Walking out of the black market, the LED screen in the square was still showing footage of my lavish wedding with Don Alexander three years ago, a ceremony that cost over $500 million.

Everyone thought Don Alexander loved me deeply, and I thought so too.

Until this afternoon, on our third wedding anniversary, I returned to Sicily early, hiding in the lounge of my husband—Don Alexander’s—office, wanting to surprise him.

Instead, I saw his secretary hiding under his desk.

While the underboss Marco was reporting the losses from the dock smuggling operation, Isabella was kneeling between Alexander’s legs, skillfully unbuttoning his trousers. Her head bobbed up and down.

After Marco left, Isabella smiled seductively. “Could your Donna serve you like this during a meeting?”

Alexander’s voice was filled with desire. His hands kneaded her breasts. “Sophia is too conventional, too boring. You’re much more exciting in bed, you little slut.”

I covered my mouth, completely devastated.

But when I actually left, the Don, who had found me boring, was the one who completely broke down.

I finished my arms dealing business in Milan early, flying straight back to Sicily. Today was our third wedding anniversary. I wanted to surprise my husband —— Don Alexander.

I slipped quietly into the headquarters building. My plan was simple - hide in Alexander's office lounge and jump out to embrace him after his meeting.

Through the half-open door, I watched Alexander sitting behind that black desk. His expression was serious as he listened to Marco, his second-in-command, report on losses from the dock smuggling operation.

"Boss, that shipment was seized by customs. We're looking at about three million in losses," Marco said respectfully.

I was thinking about how to comfort Alexander over the loss when I noticed something that made my blood freeze.

A golden head emerged from under the desk.

Isabella. His secretary.

She was kneeling between Alexander's legs, skillfully unbuttoning his pants. Her head bobbed up and down in a rhythm that made my stomach lurch.

My heart stopped beating.

Alexander continued discussing business with Marco as if the woman between his legs didn't exist. His face showed no change in expression.

"Next month's shipping routes need to be rearranged," Alexander said. His voice remained calm, but I could hear the underlying pleasure.

After Marco nodded and left, Alexander grabbed Isabella and pulled her onto the desk. He roughly tore open her silk blouse. Buttons scattered across the floor.

"Darling, you're so rough today..." Isabella gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Alexander chuckled softly. His hands didn't stop moving. "Slow down. This suit was picked by Sophia. Can't have it wrinkled when I need to explain."

Isabella laughed seductively. "Can your Donna serve you like I do during meetings?"

Alexander's