I Married the Mafia Don to Save the Mam I Loved – Everyone in New York’s underworld knew Sebastian Gallo, the mafia Don, didn’t love the dazzling heiress he had married. He preferred an ordinary girl instead. I was his wife, the woman who matched him in status and had married him properly, yet he didn’t love me. Instead, he spent every day chasing after the nanny’s daughter, Frankie Bellini. In six years of marriage, Frankie gave Sebastian three children, and every single one of them was dumped on me to raise. Reporters crowded the entrance of her luxury apartment building with cameras and microphones. With my face perfectly calm, I walked through the flashing lights and personally went upstairs to take care of Frankie after she had just given birth. Everyone said I loved him in the most pathetic way possible. I was clearly Sebastian’s lawful wife, yet I lived like the other woman. How humiliating.
Watching me, the spoiled heiress, personally change a baby’s diaper, Sebastian said with a mocking edge in his voice, “Sophia Valenti, you’re more useful than any nanny I could hire.” I said nothing. I quietly poured out Frankie’s foot bath, then looked up at Sebastian with a gaze that always carried a faint trace of longing and attachment. After leaving the apartment, I went to the Gallo villa. “Ms. Gallo, our six-year agreement is over. It’s time for you to tell me where Julian Gallo is.” Ms. Gallo looked at me and sighed softly. No wonder the old man had insisted before his death that I marry into the Gallo family. Such a good daughter-in-law—and Sebastian had no idea how to cherish her. “Sophia, it’s been six years. They have the exact same face. Have you truly never felt anything for Sebastian?” I forced a smile. “Ms. Gallo, Mr. Gallo has the woman he loves. And just the same, someone else’s shadow has always stayed in my heart.” Even if they looked exactly alike, Sebastian was not my Julian.
At the thought of that name, my mind drifted back to the years I had spent studying overseas. The man I loved was tall and handsome, but terribly frail. He could only sit in a wheelchair. He was as gentle as spring sunlight, the most courteous gentleman in the world, yet every time I bent down to hug him, I always wanted to cry. Julian put me first in everything. During a shooting, he shielded me with his own body and nearly lost his life. We had been about to get married. But when I returned to the country to visit the Gallo family, I was chosen by the dying Old Mr. Gallo. That was when I learned Julian and Sebastian were twins. But Julian had been born with aplastic anemia, and a witch’s divination had branded him the disaster star of the entire Gallo family. So Sebastian became the only son of the Gallo family, the heir who could command everything of Gallo family, while Julian had every trace of his identity erased and was exiled overseas.
Most importantly, if Julian wanted to survive, he needed a hematopoietic stem cell transplant from his twin brother. “I will never allow that nanny’s daughter through the door,” Old Mr. Gallo said, his gaze dark and sinister as he stared straight at me. “If you want Julian to live, marry Sebastian and uphold the Gallo family’s image for him.” “If you refuse, then even if Julian doesn’t die right away, we’ll hide him. You two will never see each other again.” “Six years,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I can be Sebastian’s wife for six years. But Julian must live!” By then, Sebastian was already thirty. Whether he could hold up the Gallo family had nothing to do with me as his wife anymore. And just like that, I traded a business marriage for the hope that the man I truly loved would survive. On our wedding day, in front of every powerful figure in New York’s upper circles, Sebastian’s secretary carried in a husky to stand in for the groom, letting the dog complete the ceremony with me and turning me into the laughingstock of all New York.
After the wedding, Sebastian not only treated me like a nanny, but repeatedly attacked me in front of the media, calling me vile and shameless, and declaring he would torment me for the rest of my life. But this undignified life finally ended today. I felt lighter and freer than I ever had before. When I held the slip of paper with the address of the private sanatorium, I nearly cried from joy. Ms. Gallo saw it all, her expression filled with complicated emotion.