Chapter 1

After the eighth time I used my life to force him into marriage, mafia godfather Lucano Moretti finally settled down.

No more bars. No clubs. No women.

His rivals laughed that a woman had him twisted around her finger like a dog. He just smiled.

His men said I had no class, that I could never be a godfather’s woman.

Lucano’s face went cold on the spot. Then he turned to coax me.

“Milia, don’t listen to their bullshit.”

“We survived worse. If two gossipy comments knocked you down, then my settling down meant nothing.”

I believed him. Until one day I came home early.

Lucano lifted his head from a young girl’s body and gave me a regretful smile.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“But I hid it so well. Why did you have to come back a day early?”

I looked at the mess on the bed and calmly poured myself a glass of water.

His first reaction was to shield the girl in his arms.

He said:

“Isabella is different from you. For her, I decided to settle down.”

“Either you pretend you don’t see it, or I give her a name. You choose. I’ll do as you say.”

In that moment, I finally understood.

I’d tried to die eight times and turned the city upside down. But his return wasn’t for me.

I put the glass back on the table and said softly:

“Whatever.”

“Then I’ll give her my place.”

Lucano froze.

The cigar was still in his mouth. He turned his head to look at me.

“Whatever?”

He took the cigar out and laughed.

“Milia, say that again.”

My hand was still on the glass. I didn’t look at him.

“Give Isabella a name, fine. I pretend I don’t see it, also fine.”

“You choose.”

I threw his own words back at him.

Lucano stared at me for a few seconds. Then he suddenly pushed the girl away.

“Isabella, go out first.”

The girl bit her lip, eyes full of tears, and glanced at me timidly.

Lucano was never patient.

Seeing she didn’t move, his brow twitched.

But he still couldn’t bear to use his usual temper on her.

He coaxed her instead.

“Be good. It’ll only be a moment.”

Only then did the girl walk out with red eyes.

After the door closed, only he and I were left.

And that smell that wouldn’t go away.

Lucano walked up to me and looked down at the glass in my hand.

“Really not angry?”

I lifted my eyelids. “You want me to be angry?”

He didn’t answer. He took my glass, drank, and put it back in my hand.

His thumb brushed the back of my hand.

“Milia, you can be angry. But don’t make a scene. I don’t have the energy to figure out your other face.”

I looked at the watermark he left on the rim and said nothing.

He pinched my chin.

“Before, when you made a scene, I knew how to coax you.”

“You hit walls, I stopped you. You cut your wrist, I grabbed the knife. You jumped, I pulled you back. You reacted, so I had a way.”

“Now you say whatever. What am I supposed to do with you? Hm?”

I turned my head lightly.

“Then don’t do anything with me. Do whatever you want.”

“Outwardly, you’re still a good husband. Indoors, sleep wherever you want.”

The smile at the corner of his mouth faded a little.

“Then what about you? What do you want?”

I looked up at him.

“Whatever you like me to be, I’ll be.”

He paused, a flicker of interest in his eyes.

“Sensible.”

He reached out and touched the loose hair by my ear. “No wonder I wronged Isabella back then and still married you.”

“If you really mean whatever, fine. I’ll take her to the east house. She won’t bother you.”

Before, I told him not to touch women who threw themselves at him.

He never listened.

Now I said whatever, and he listened.

I showed no expression and turned to step out.

“But I have one condition.”

I stopped and waited.

“You have dinner with me at least once a week. Just the two of us.”

“I won’t forget what I promised you. In this life, Lucano has only one wife.”

I turned my face slightly.

“When you say that, don’t you find yourself ridiculous?”

In his world, having dinner with me was all a husband needed to do.

He laughed lightly.

“Ridiculous. But I’m afraid you won’t eat.”

“The world doesn’t lack women. A wife is only one. I should put some care into it.”

So a meal was care.

I suddenly had nothing to say.

I went into the first-floor guest room.

I took out my phone.

On the screen was a text from half an hour ago:

【Miss Milia, the thing you asked about has been found.】

【Three properties under Lucano’s name, two underground businesses, were changed to gift transfers without your knowledge. Recipient is Isabella Colleone. Time: three months ago.】

Three months ago…

That was when I tried to die for the eighth time.

I stared at the screen for a long time.

Then I made a call.

“Lawyer Karl, the divorce plan I asked about last time, no need to wait.”

Silence on the other end.

“Miss Milia, are you sure? The asset division is very unfavorable to you. Mr. Lucano’s side…”

“Unfavorable doesn’t matter.”

I turned off the light and lay down in the dark.

“I’ll grant him.”