She's Crazy But She's Mine

Chapter Five: Chasing After Him

Martina's full attention is not with the doctor, but her main focus is on the man who saved her life. She finally found a husband that will help her reach her goal to be one the Capo Dei Capi of their Mafia group, which is La Familia...

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Martina sat across from the private investigator, a man with a sharp gaze and a demeanor that exuded both competence and discretion. The air in the dimly lit office was thick with the scent of old paper and stale coffee, a fitting backdrop for the clandestine nature of their meeting.

"So, tell me what you've found," Martina said, her voice a low whisper, her eyes fixed on the file the investigator had placed before her.

The investigator, a man named Vincenzo, nodded, his expression serious. "I've compiled a detailed profile on Silas Phillips," he said, his voice a gravelly murmur. "He's a fascinating individual, Martina. A man of contradictions."

He opened the file, revealing a series of photographs and documents, each one meticulously labeled and annotated. Martina scanned the information, her eyes flitting from one page to the next, her mind racing with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

"Silas Phillips is from a prominent family of doctors," Vincenzo continued, his voice a low hum. "His father, grandfather, and even his great-grandfather were all renowned physicians. But Silas, he decided to break the tradition. He had a calling, a desire to serve God."

He flipped a page, revealing a photograph of a young Silas, his face beaming with a youthful idealism, his eyes filled with a fervor that was both inspiring and unsettling.

"He wanted to enter the seminary," Vincenzo said, his voice a soft sigh. "He wanted to become a priest. A fully pledged priest."

Martina felt a pang of disappointment, a wave of sadness that washed over her like a cold shower. Silas, the man who had saved her life, the man who had captured her heart, was destined for a life of service, a life dedicated to God. It seemed impossible, a cruel twist of fate that had brought them together only to tear them apart.

But it doesn't deter Martina's resolve. She is set to make Silas her husband. She will need to make him change his mind to enter the seminary. She will need to change his mind of becoming a priest, and make him agree to marry her.

It would be very simple for her because she is Martina Fontana, and Fontanas always gets what they want...

She was a Fontana, a woman of power and ambition. She would become the next Capo Dei Capi, and she would do it on her own terms...

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A few days have passed.

Martina Fontana, a woman whose ambition knew no bounds, sat in her opulent study, her gaze fixed on a photograph of Silas Phillips. He was a man of contradictions, a man who had once sought solace in the service of God, only to find himself drawn to a life of darkness and intrigue. But Martina saw something in him, something that ignited a spark within her, a spark that she was determined to fan into a flame.

She had a plan, a plan that was as audacious as it was daring. She would use Silas' own compassion, his own desire to help others, to draw him closer to her, to make him see that his true calling lay not in the service of God, but in the service of her, in the service of La Familia.

She had learned from Vincenzo, her trusted private investigator, that Silas had a soft spot for children. He regularly volunteered at Angel Voices Orphanage, a haven for abandoned and orphaned children, where he would donate money, distribute gifts, and spend time with the children, bringing them joy and laughter.

Martina smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. She would use this to her advantage. She would create an opportunity, a chance encounter, a moment of shared compassion that would draw Silas closer to her, that would make him see her not as a ruthless Mafia princess, but as a woman with a heart of gold.

She called Vincenzo, her voice a low whisper. "I need you to arrange something," she said, her tone laced with a mixture of command and intrigue. "I need to make a donation to Angel Voices Orphanage. A large donation. And I need to set up a party for the children there. A party that Silas will be invited to."

Vincenzo, a man who knew her well, understood her unspoken demands. He knew that Martina Fontana never asked for anything she couldn't get, that she never made a request without a plan, a plan that was as intricate as it was ruthless.

"Of course, Martina," he replied, his voice a gravelly murmur. "It shall be done."

A few days later, Martina found herself standing in the courtyard of Angel Voices Orphanage, a haven of laughter and joy. She had arrived in a sleek black limousine, her presence a stark contrast to the simplicity of the orphanage, but she had come prepared. She had brought a truckload of toys, a mountain of sweets, and a team of entertainers to bring smiles to the faces of the children.

She watched as the children, their eyes wide with wonder, played with the toys, their faces lit up with joy as they devoured the sweets. She felt a pang of sympathy for these abandoned children, a pang of empathy that she had never felt before. She had always been focused on her own ambitions, her own desires, but seeing these children, so innocent and vulnerable, stirred something within her.

She spotted Silas across the courtyard, his face beaming with a genuine warmth as he interacted with the children, his eyes filled with a compassion that touched her heart. He was a man of contradictions, a man who had chosen a life of darkness and intrigue, yet he still found time to bring joy to the lives of others.