The Marchetti family had a scorecard passed down for generations. Anything below ninety wasn’t worth the Don’s time.
Not even me, Don Adriano’s wife—the woman he’d married for love.
After our marriage, everything I did was graded.
For our anniversary, I made all his favorite dishes.
He took one bite.
“Eighty-nine.”
Then he left to eat with Isabella, his longtime confidante, because she had no appetite.
For the family’s annual banquet, I tried on twenty-seven gowns.
He barely looked at me.
“Eighty-eight. None of them work.”
That night, he entered the ballroom with Isabella on his arm. She wore a simple white satin dress.
For that ninety, I quit my job at the UN interpreting center in Geneva, earned seven certifications, and mastered four languages.
Yet no matter what I did, I never scored above eighty-nine.
Isabella did nothing. She only had to stand beside him to get a perfect score.
I once asked him, “What exactly do I have to do to get a ninety?”
He looked at Isabella and said nothing.
I smiled.
So there was only one rule to his scoring system:Don’t be me.
I took off my wedding ring and dropped it into his champagne. The champagne splashed onto Isabella’s dress.
“Adriano, this time, I’m giving the scores.”
“Your loyalty? Zero.”
“Your marriage? Zero.”
“You? Zero.”
The Don’s 89-Point Wife Chapter 09 The Marchetti family council met for six hours. When Adriano left the study, he was no longer Don. The elders concluded that his long-term abuse of power and favoritism had pushed several of the family’s European businesses into crisis. The information Isabella had leaked also exposed the family to […]
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The Don’s 89-Point Wife Chapter 08 News of Isabella’s suspension spread quickly through every Marchetti villa. At the media clarification event in Milan, she suddenly appeared. “Elena Bellandi sent all those emails herself.” She held up a stack of printouts. “She’d wanted to leave the Don for a long time, so she deliberately blamed me.”
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The Don’s 89-Point Wife Chapter 07 Six months later, I finished a multinational negotiation in Geneva. Julian Voss handed me a thermos. “Your doctor told you to cut back on coffee.” “I’ve only had one today.” “You said that last week.” I took the cup and smiled. “Does Mr. Voss manage that too?” “Not manage.
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The Don’s 89-Point Wife Chapter 06 Adriano failed to reach me for seven straight days. On the eighth, he finally got through to Professor Laurent. “Where is she?” The old professor answered coldly, “In what capacity are you asking?” “I’m her husband.” “The divorce petition has already been delivered.” “I haven’t signed it.” “That’s your
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The Don’s 89-Point Wife Chapter 05 When Adriano returned to the estate, the first thing he saw was the document on the study desk. He didn’t turn on the lights. He went straight to the last page. “At least you listened.” Then he saw the title. He stopped. It wasn’t the authorization. It was a
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The Don’s 89-Point Wife Chapter 04 “Who gave you permission to go through my things?” Adriano snatched the ledger away, real anger showing on his face for the first time. I placed the premarital evaluation sheet in front of him. “So you didn’t propose because you loved me.” “Marriage in the Marchetti family requires rational
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The Don’s 89-Point Wife Chapter 03 Adriano admitted it without hesitation. “I had someone send the email.” I threw the printed copy onto his desk. “What gave you the right to turn down my job for me?” “You’re my wife now. Signora Marchetti. Your job had you flying to more than a dozen countries every
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The Don’s 89-Point Wife Chapter 02 Adriano ignored the report and left with Isabella. “Tomorrow at nine, I want the signed equity authorization on my desk.” At nine the next morning, I placed the document in front of him. Unsigned. He glanced at the blank signature line. “Still not done making a scene?” He tapped
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The Don’s 89-Point Wife Chapter 01 The Marchetti family had a scorecard passed down for generations. Anything below ninety wasn’t worth the Don’s time. Not even me, Don Adriano’s wife—the woman he’d married for love. After our marriage, everything I did was graded. For our anniversary, I made all his favorite dishes. He took one
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