Why the Mafia’s Wife Kills Chapter 11
I answered but didn’t speak.
“Grandpa agreed.” Dante’s voice sounded worn out.
“We’ll give you the twenty percent of the shares.
But there’s one condition.”
“What condition?”
“You can’t sell the shares to Lucius, or to anyone who threatens the Lombardi family.”
Dante said.
“Also, once you sign the papers, we’re square.
No more involvement with the Lombardis.”
“Deal.” I said.
“Ten o’clock tomorrow morning. Come to the office to sign.”
“Okay.”
I hung up and looked at Lucius.
“He agreed.”
Lucius nodded.
“I already called your lawyer.
I’ll go with you tomorrow.”
“No need.” I said.
“I can handle it myself.”
“I know you can.” Lucius looked at me.
“But I’m still going.
Dante can’t be trusted.
He’ll hide clauses in the agreement if no one’s watching.”
I thought for a second and didn’t argue.
After dinner, Lucius drove me back to the hotel.
At my door, he handed me a small bag.
“What’s this?”
“Calming tea.” he said.
“You look exhausted.
Drink some tonight. It’ll help you sleep.”
I took it.
“Thank you.”
“Good night.”
Lucius turned to leave.
“Lucius.” I called after him.
He turned around.
“If I get divorced.” I asked.
“What will you do?”
Lucius smiled.
“What do you think? I’ll chase
“Seriously?”
“More serious than anything.”
I looked at him.
He looked back.
you.”
The hallway light was dim, but his eyes were bright.
‘Good night.” I said.
“Good night.”
I closed the door and leaned against it.
I listened until his footsteps faded away.
Three years of marriage.
It was finally ending.
I should have been happy.
But my chest felt empty, like something was missing.
My phone buzzed again.
A text from an unknown number.
[Miss Simone, be careful tomorrow when you sign.
The Lombardis won’t let go this easily.]
I read it and deleted it immediately.
At ten o’clock the next morning, I arrived at the Lombardi Group tower right on time.
Lucius was waiting for me in the parking lot.
He wore a dark gray suit today, more formal than usual.
He walked over when he saw me.
“Your lawyer is already upstairs waiting.”
“Mm.” I nodded and walked with him to the elevator.
We were alone in the elevator.
The mirror showed both of our reflections.
I wore a black dress, light makeup, my hair up.
I looked put-together.
“Nervous?” Lucius asked.
“A little.” I admitted.
Lucius patted my shoulder.
“Don’t be scared. I’m right here.”
The elevator stopped at the top floor.
The doors opened.
Dante’s assistant was standing outside, his face pale.
“Donna, Don is waiting for you in the conference room.”
“Lead the way.” I said.
Several people were already inside the conference room.
Dante sat at the head.
Next to him was the Lombardi family legal advisor.
On the other side stood a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses.
He stood and nodded when he saw me.
“Miss Simone. I’m Jasper.
Mr. Morretti retained me to be your attorney.”
“Thank you for your help.”
I shook his hand and sat down across from Dante.
Lucius sat beside me.
He didn’t speak, but his presence was strong.
Dante glanced at Lucius, his expression cold.
“Mr. Morretti, this is a private Lombardi family matter.”
“I’m a friend of Miss Simone.” Lucius smiled faintly.
“Is it wrong to accompany her?”
Dante didn’t reply.
He pushed a stack of papers toward me.
“This is the revised agreement. Take a look.”
I picked it up and handed it straight to Jasper.
“Please review it first.”
Jasper put on his glasses and read carefully.
The room was silent except for the sound of pages turning.
Dante tapped his fingers on the table, clearly impatient.
About twenty minutes later, Jasper set the papers down and looked at me.
“Most terms are acceptable.
The twenty percent of shares will be transferred gradually over five years-four percent each year.
But there’s one clause you need to note.”
He pointed to a line.
“Once the agreement takes effect,
you must assign your voting rights to Mr. Dante Lombardi.
In other words, you only receive profit shares.
You have no decision-making power.”
I looked directly at Dante.
“What does that mean?”