I Sold His Gifts To Leave My Mafia Husband Chapter 10
One day, a local food blogger came to film a segment in the shop.
The video spread quickly online.
Its title was *The Girl Who Bakes Cakes for Her Grandmother*.
Someone in the comments wrote, “It tastes like warmth. Like something that makes you want to go home.”
After that, magazines came asking for interviews, and chain brands proposed partnerships.
I turned them all down.
I didn’t want to expand.
All I needed was this shop, my oven, and the person upstairs who still occasionally called me Daisy.
In the fifth month after I left New York, Rachel sent me a message.
“Matteo threw Bianca out of the dock negotiations. He put that ruby necklace on the table in front of the Conti delegation and announced the original ceasefire terms were void.”
I set down my piping bag and washed my hands.
“That has nothing to do with me.”
Rachel sent another message almost immediately.
“Not just that. He turned in his deputy signet ring and is waiting for an internal review. The boss has forbidden him from using Vitale resources to look for you, but he’s still asking around through private channels.”