“Eat in the Kitchen!” His Mother Humiliated His Wife — Until the Mafia Boss Saw Her Injured Hands

Vittorio Romano arrived at the estate before breakfast, carrying a leather briefcase and the expression of a man who believed every problem could be solved with a private conversation.

Gabriel met him in the study.

Catherine remained beside the window, holding the ledger.

“You should have called,” Vittorio said.

“You should have stopped stealing from the family.”

Vittorio’s expression did not change.

“Be careful with accusations.”

Gabriel placed the photograph on the desk.

“You and Arthur were at the warehouse. My father documented payments to shell companies you controlled. A transfer was made the night Catherine’s mother died.”

Vittorio glanced at the photograph.

“Your father was ill. He saw conspiracies everywhere.”

“Then you won’t mind explaining the records.”

Vittorio looked toward Catherine.

“This is a family matter.”

“It became my matter when your people entered my mother’s home,” she replied.

His eyes narrowed.

“You have no idea how many lives your curiosity could destroy.”

“Then tell me the truth.”

Vittorio sighed as though she were an irritating child.

“Your biological mother was not innocent. She helped Lorenzo move money and documents without the family’s knowledge. When the operation began to collapse, she tried to take evidence that belonged to all of us.”

“Evidence of criminal activity?”

“Evidence of business arrangements you cannot understand.”

Catherine stepped forward.

“Were you involved in her death?”

Vittorio looked at Gabriel.

“Your wife has watched too many films.”

Gabriel stood.

“Answer her.”

Vittorio’s voice hardened.

“Your father built this family. I kept it alive after he died. I protected you when you were too young to understand what it cost.”

“You protected your own position,” Gabriel said.

Vittorio’s expression turned cold.

“Without me, this company would have collapsed. Your mother would have lost everything. You would have spent your life fighting men who knew how to use your name against you.”

“And Catherine?”

“Catherine was supposed to remain a quiet addition to the household. Nobody expected her to find the silver.”

Catherine felt a chill move through her.

“So you knew about the hidden passage.”

“Of course.”

“Then you arranged for the silver to disappear.”

Vittorio said nothing.

Gabriel placed a second document on the desk.

It was a bank transfer signed by Vittorio, authorizing payment to a security company on the night Catherine’s mother died.

“Tell me what this was for.”

Vittorio studied the document.

Then he looked at Catherine.

“You should ask your father.”

“My father is dead.”

“Which one?”

The question struck the room like a gunshot.

Catherine stared at him.

Vittorio closed his briefcase.

“You believe the man who raised you was your biological father. He wasn’t. But he knew more about your mother’s death than he ever admitted.”

Catherine’s hands began to shake.

“Are you saying he helped kill her?”

“I’m saying he was paid to keep you hidden.”

Gabriel moved between them.

“You’re leaving.”

Vittorio rose slowly.

“You can throw me out of the house. You can give the ledger to the police. But before you do, ask yourselves why Lorenzo kept the original records instead of destroying them.”

He walked toward the door.

Then he stopped.

“Because the man who ordered your mother’s death was not a Romano.”

He turned to Catherine.