Giovanni POV
I could only watch them leave smiling happily at each other. My heart shattered into a million pieces. The boy I had spent many years of my life taking care of jumped into the hands of another woman so easily.
I wanted to go back and spend the night elsewhere, but the door burst open and the butler came out.
"Come inside, Mrs. Leonardo. I was told to call you," he said quickly.
I was stunned. Who among them had asked me to come inside? Without hesitating, I walked in
Getting into the living room, I saw them sitting in a romantic manner. Stephanie had her legs on his lap, and he was massaging her feet while they gisted and laughed.
Eric was there, eating apples and watching cartoon. What a sweet sight of a perfect family.
I pretended not to see them and started heading toward the stairs.
"Stop right there," he thundered.
I halted and looked back.
"Where the hell are you going?" he asked.
I didn't answer.
"So you’re gonna let my son starve? I heard he's been feeding on fruit since morning. Get in that kitchen and cook something for him. Not just for him—for all of us," he ordered. Eric is a picky eater, and I'm the only one allowed to make his food.
I smirked, feeling irritated, and answered, "You could get him something to eat. There are plenty of maids in the house."
"You know if he eats food made by someone else, he gets sick, do you want him dead?" he thundered.
"Then get your new woman to learn the recipes. Meet the head cook—she knows all my recipes. And by the way, I'm done with you. Expect divorce papers on your doorstep soon," I said, raising my brow.
He gripped my neck, cutting off my air.
"I guess I’ve been too gentle with you," he growled. "How dare you say divorce to my face? Who told you you could leave me? This is forever."
I scoffed and forced his hand off me. "Who said I’m doing forever with you?" I snapped, trying to catch my breath. "Ask Eric—he’s counting the minutes till I leave."
"Just get out of our life! I hate you! Can’t wait to see Daddy marry Aunty Stephanie!" Eric shouted, excitement all over his face.
"No, Eric, that's too harsh. You shouldn't say things that will break your mother's heart," Stephanie said, pretending to care.
"She's not my mum," Eric snapped. "She's evil. She's a witch. She's a murderer. Just leave and never come back."
I laughed bitterly. "I was going to leave eventually. Your dad should just marry her already. Since you're head over heels for her."
"Eric, go to your room," Mark said calmly.
Eric ran upstairs without looking back. I didn’t even flinch when he stepped closer to me, anger rolling off him.
"Since you're so desperate to leave," he said coldly, "let me help you."
He turned toward Stephanie kissed her lips, then said, without blinking, "Beat her up."
I couldn’t believe my ears. Beat me up?
I remembered hearing that Stephanie had learned martial arts while growing up. She didn’t hesitate. She walked toward me.
I tried to find a way to escape, but she gripped my hand, twisted it while I whinned in pain and give me a hard kick, making me fall to the floor. My head hit the ground hard, and pain shot through me.
Before I could recover, she threw punches at me.
I tried to fight back, but I was too weak.
Just then, the door burst open.
A group of people rushed into the living room.
I stayed where I was on the floor, dazed, but one guy came forward.
"Wonderful! you’re really here, Stephanie. Cheating on me with this pup?"
His tone was cold. His aura was something I couldn’t explain.
For the first time I saw Stephanie panic, fear was written all over her. "It’s not what you think, sweetie," Stephanie said, moving toward him.
He shoved her away without a second thought..
He moved closer to Mark.
"Son of a bitch, you're stealing for me now?" he asked and grabbed Mark by the neck.
"No, Don," Mark’s voice was shaky.
And that’s when I realized it—this was him.
The Mafia Lord.
The first time I saw Mark shiver in front of anyone.
"Then tell me what the hell is she doing in your house with this skimpy nightwear?" he demanded.
For some reason, I was excited. I tried to get up on my feet. The guy’s eyes shot toward me. He narrowed his eyes as he studied my face, then he ignored Mark and walked towards me, as if there was something interesting about my face.
"It's you. Giovanni Scofield," he called.
I froze, wondering how he knew who I was. Before I could say a word, he added,
"I have been looking everywhere for you."
