The Don’s Biggest Regret

The day after I gave my fiancé, Don Antonio Rossi, the cold shoulder, he took Sofia to Alicante for a romantic getaway.

He expected me to explode like I always had before—trash his study, start a fight, maybe even put another bullet through Sofia’s head.

After all, my arrogance and temper were infamous in the mafia world.

But this time, I did nothing.

When he came back a month later, he realized I had changed.

He deliberately handed the arms route I managed over to Sofia, and I surrendered it without protest.

He publicly criticized my competence to build Sofia’s authority, and I lowered my head and accepted every accusation.

Even when he announced at a family meeting that the ports under my control would be transferred to Sofia, I nodded calmly.

Sofia smiled at him triumphantly.

“See? I told you. A spoiled principessa like Isabelle just needs the cold treatment. Once she’s afraid of losing you, she’ll behave.”

Antonio believed her completely. That night, he held me in his arms and promised.

“Darling, you finally look like a proper donna now. I’ve already reserved the church. Next month, I’ll give you the lavish wedding you’ve always wanted.”

I only smiled at him and said nothing.

What that fool didn’t know was that before he left for that trip, the document he signed was an agreement terminating our engagement.

"Miss Isabelle, these are the casino accounts for this month. Don Rossi said you have to finish reviewing them tonight."

Sofia smugly tossed a thick stack of ledgers onto my desk.

Without looking up, I said, "Leave them there."

However, she didn't leave. Instead, she took two steps closer, and a familiar scent drifted toward me.

It was Antonio's favorite cedarwood cologne, one I had given to him.

"Oh, right. Don Rossi said he's taking me to tonight's negotiation. Since nobody is waiting for you at home anyway, once you get back to the estate, wash the carpets by hand.

"The red wine you splashed during your last tantrum is still there. Don Rossi said it annoys him every time he sees it."

Unlike before, I didn't glare at her coldly and simply nodded.

"Okay."

She was clearly satisfied with my obedient response and let out a disdainful snort.

"So you've finally learned. And don't forget, even though you used to be the Costa family's principessa, you're still a long way from becoming our don's donna."

The sound of her heels gradually faded away.

Around the room, several family members exchanged glances. Some looked at me with sympathy, while others seemed indignant on my behalf. Yet no one dared to say a word.

Everyone knew that I was Antonio Rossi's fiancée and the future donna of the Rossi family.

However, everyone also knew that the person he truly kept by his side, trusted, and favored was his consigliere, Sofia.

Three months ago, Antonio had poached Sofia from a smaller family and directly appointed her as the family's consigliere, while demoting me.