Missing for Twenty Years, I Found My Mafia Father in a Nightclub Chapter 10

Missing for Twenty Years, I Found My Mafia Father in a Nightclub Chapter 10

Once the Family council officially confirmed my 

bloodline and inheritance rights, no one dared 

question my identity to my face again. 

When Vincent took me to dinner at Carbone, he 

apologized with complete sincerity. 

“Little Star, this was my fault. I’ve made everything 

clear to Bianca. She will no longer be allowed to use 

the Moretti name. I’ll give her enough money to 

live on, but she will never be allowed near you. 

again.” 

“If I had cut ties with her the moment I recognized 

you, you wouldn’t have suffered everything that 

came after.” 

Looking at the exhaustion on his face, I suddenly 

felt tears sting my eyes. 

I believed those twenty years had not been easy 

him either. 

Maybe it was time for both of us to let go of the 

for 

past. 

That weekend, Vincent said he wanted to take me 

somewhere. 

The car left Long Island and eventually stopped 

outside Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. 

He took two bouquets of white roses from the 

trunk. 

“Let’s visit your mother. Once she knows you’re 

home, she can finally be at peace.” 

I paused before following him. 

We walked along a quiet path until we reached. 

Isabella’s grave. 

Vincent crouched and placed the white roses 

beside the headstone. 

“Isabella, Little Star came to see you.” 

I knelt beside him and gently wiped the dust from 

her photograph. 

“Mom, I’m home.” 

Wind swept through the trees, sending the leaves. 

rustling overhead. 

As I spoke those words, I remembered the home we 

had shared twenty years ago. 

I remembered my mother’s smile whenever she 

looked at me and the words she had always said. 

“You’re home now. That’s all that matters.” 

Vincent dropped to his knees beside me and 

pressed his forehead against the headstone, his 

shoulders shaking uncontrollably. 

Through his tears, he said, “Isabella, I didn’t lie to 

you.” 

“I really found her.” 

As we left the cemetery, he wiped away his tears. 

and struggled to regain his composure. 

‘Little Star, Dad will make you chicken soup 

tonight.” 

I gently took his hand. 

“Let’s go home.” 

That evening, he spent a long time working in the 

estate’s kitchen. 

I leaned against the doorway and watched him 

prepare beef ribs for the oven, an apron tied 

around his waist. 

Twenty years ago, I had stood outside the kitchen 

and waited for him just like this. 

Twenty years later, I was once again waiting for my 

father to make dinner. 

The next day, Bianca came to the estate. 

She wore a black dress without the Moretti crest, 

and without makeup, her badly swollen eyes were 

impossible to hide. 

She and Vincent spoke in the sitting room for a 

long time. 

In the end, he instructed one of his advisers to 

hand her a cashier’s check. 

Bianca gripped it tightly. 

Before leaving, she turned and looked at me. 

“You won. From now on, he’s only your father.” 

I did not answer. 

I simply watched her walk through the estate. 

gates. 

Vincent closed the door behind her, visibly 

relieved. 

Then he turned to me and smiled. 

“Come on. Dad’s making you dinner.” 

I walked over to him. 

After hesitating for a moment, I finally wrapped 

my arms around him. 

He went still for a beat, then wrapped his arms 

tightly around me. 

“Little Star, welcome home.” 

Sunlight poured through the windows and spread 

across the wooden floor. 

The kitchen smelled of roasted meat and 

rosemary. 

Standing in my father’s arms, I believed for the 

first time that the fear that had ruled my life for 

twenty years would never control me again. 

Once again, I remembered the lullaby he had 

written for me. 

“Sleep now, my little star. Daddy is right here. Even 

when morning comes, I won’t go away…” 

At last, I no longer had to wonder where my father 

was. 

I no longer had to worry whether he still 

remembered me. 

Because I had finally found him.