The Remarried Perfect Housewife: A Mafia Boss Proposal

Celeste's late mother once told her not to dwell on it if her husband ever cheated on her.

Because it is in the nature of men to not be content with just one woman. While women should always remain faithful to their husbands and not give in to temptation,.

Celeste carried that belief in her mind for a long time, until she and Darson had been together for almost five years as a married couple.

She was obedient, respectful, and fulfilled all her duties. She even refrained from being jealous to avoid giving Darson a reason to suffocate her and seek out other women.

But her perfection as a wife seemed to be meaningless to Darson.

"D-Darson? Who is she?"

As soon as Celeste opened the door, her husband stood before her. But he was not alone; standing beside him was a woman with a protruding belly, clinging to him.

"Let us in first," Darson responded emotionlessly.

Celeste was left nervous, instinctively stepping aside to make way for them.

She watched with a worried look as Darson assisted the pregnant woman to sit on the living room sofa.

"Thank you, Daddy," the pregnant woman said softly, with a subtle smile on her lips.

Celeste's face contorted upon hearing those words; her forehead wrinkled as her eyebrows furrowed. She hesitated for a moment, questioning whether she had heard correctly.

An overwhelming sense of anxiety rose in her chest. She quickly pulled Darson's arm away from the woman. She couldn't control the rapid rise and fall of her chest or the shortness of her breath.

"D-Darson, who is that woman?" she mustered the courage to ask her husband.

Celeste has been married to Darson for about five years now. They were together their whole lives before they got married.

Her whole life, she had devoted her time to the man because of an arranged marriage set up by their parents.

She loved Darson wholeheartedly, and she knew he loved her just as much. They were like a spoon and fork, always meant to be together. Nothing could break their relationship because of the strong bond they had since childhood.

But in the past two years, the winds of change suddenly blew for her. Unexpected events and misfortunes filled their once beautiful relationship.

"Darson?" she called out to her husband again, noticing the seriousness in his eyes and the coldness of his gaze.

He let out a deep breath before responding. "Starting today, Chiarra will be living in the mansion. You also need to take care of her. She's carrying my child. Make sure not to cause her and the baby any harm."

"W-What?!"

At that moment, Celeste felt like her heart was about to drop out of her chest. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from her husband. She wanted to think that he was just joking, but Darson had never been one to joke around.

"You heard me, Celeste," he said firmly.

She blinked rapidly, tears welling up in her eyes, and her vision blurred as she continued to stare at him.

"Do you want me to treat your mistress well? And your child with her?"

Since two years ago, Darson has been cheating on her multiple times. She can tolerate the pain, but it has a limit!

"Do you want me to openly support your infidelity?" Tears fell one after another from her eyes.

Darson furrowed his eyebrows, quickly getting angry at her words. "Why? Can you give me a child? An heir? Maybe you forgot that you're lucky I haven't left you even though you're infertile, Celeste! Even when Mom insisted on divorcing you, I didn't push it! So I don't want to hear a word from you about this. Chiarra is carrying my child, and she will live here whether you like it or not!"

Her knees trembled in anger at her husband's outburst.

Celeste couldn't count the number of times tears flooded her eyes before him.

This wasn't the first time he had flaunted his infidelity. But it was the first time Darson brought the woman home, and she was pregnant!

She watched as Darson approached the pregnant woman. "Chiarra, I'll tell the maids to prepare your room, okay? Wait for me here."

"Thank you, daddy."

For the second time, she heard the pregnant woman call her husband Daddy, and she couldn't understand her own feelings. It was repulsive, nauseating, and revolting!

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"Sis?" Chiarra turned her attention to her when Darson left.

Celeste's heart pounded heavily. What should she do about this? Confront her? Hurt her? Drag her out? Her mother had taught her how to do it. But with her body frozen in extreme coldness, she could hardly move.

She could do nothing but observe the pregnant woman's appearance. Long, flowing blonde hair that reached her waist, a small and perfectly shaped face. Her mesmerizing eyes were so beautiful, small and almond-shaped, with a lovely nose and well-shaped lips.

In her tight-fitting red dress, the beauty of her figure was evident, despite the noticeable bulge in her belly.

"I'm sorry, sis," Chiarra approached her with a bowed head, looking pitiful. "Because of me, you and Daddy are fighting..."

"Daddy?" her face contorted with bitterness.

"Oh!" embarrassment appeared on Chiarra's face as she placed her hand on her own stomach. "I called him that because he will be the father of our child... I hope you won't be mad."

"Mad?" Her nails dug into her palm. Her muscles trembled, urging her to confront her right now!

"He said you will take care of me and our baby inside the mansion," the mistress remained gentle and spoke softly. "He said you are kind and patient, so I hope you won't be angry with Darson and me, sis. I've been pregnant for four months now, so I'm asking you not to do anything bad to me, sis."

Celeste took heavy breaths, suppressing her anger. She wiped away the tears that had gathered in her eyes and stared sharply at Chiarra.

"Don't call me sis because you're not my sister."

"But you're older than me, right?" Innocently, she met her gaze. "You're almost thirty, while I'm only twenty. And besides... we'll both be Darson's wives. Why don't we consider ourselves as sisters?"

Their teeth clenched with suppressed anger. "Who said you're also his wife? You're just a mistress! Where did my husband pick you up? Just by your appearance and the way you dress, it's obvious you didn't come from a decent family!"

"Ah..." Chiarra's face quickly flushed with embarrassment, and she hugged her own belly. "I just wanted us to be close. Why do you speak of me that way? I-I'm not a prostitute... that's not true!"

"What?" She never called her a prostitute! She didn't know why she suddenly panicked.

She approached the woman to try to stop her from crying. But as soon as she touched her arm, Chiarra forcefully threw herself to the ground and collapsed loudly!

Celeste's eyes widened at what she witnessed, full of surprise and confusion. She watched as Chiarra writhed in pain on the floor. Despite the initial impact being on her behind, she clutched her belly!

"W-Why did you push me?!" Chiarra cried out, questioning Celeste with her gaze fixed on her.

"W-What do you mean? I didn't push you-"

"My baby!! It hurts!" Chiarra continued to writhe in pain on the floor!

"W-What are you doing?" With trembling hands, Celeste tried to help Chiarra up.

"CELESTE!!"

She trembled in her spot upon hearing Darson's angry voice.

He hurriedly approached them and slapped Celeste hard on the cheek!

Her head was turned to the side. Full of shock, confusion, and chaos, she couldn't believe she was looking at her husband. The pain quickly spread across her face and heart.

"D-Darson?"

"What the fuck are you trying to do with Chiarra?! Are you trying to kill our baby?!" Darson practically shouted throughout the mansion.

He didn't wait for her response. He quickly turned to Chiarra, picked her up as she continued to sob, and swiftly turned away.

"Go call Doctor Sean! Chiarra is in pain!" Before Darson and Chiarra completely left, Celeste saw the concern on his face.

Left in a daze, Celeste stood there, holding her throbbing cheek.

Her vision blurred, tears cascaded from her eyes once again, and she was overwhelmed by a surge of strength, collapsing to the floor.

"A-Aahh!" She cried incessantly, like a baby, her heart breaking over and over again. "I-I didn't push her. Don't leave me, Darson. Please!"

"Madam, please stop crying. You haven't eaten since yesterday. You'll get sick."

Inside the room, all that could be heard were Celeste's uncontrollable sobs. Every part of the pillow was soaked with her tears and mucus. She couldn't even open her eyes due to the severe swelling.

"Madam, even just soup will do, as long as you have something in your stomach."

No matter how much Anna, Celeste's loyal personal maid, tried to coax her, her mistress still didn't get up from the bed.

"I-I said I don't want to!" Celeste shouted angrily, burying her face in the pillow. "Why don't you listen to me, Anna? J-Just leave, please!"

In Celeste's current state, Anna's heart was also breaking. She had been pushed by her mistress several times, but she still remained in her room, watching and persuading Celeste to eat.

"Madam," she said, biting her lower lip to hold back her tears. "Don't let Sir trample on your role as his wife. It's not right for you to just cry and mope in here. You should confront them and show them who you are! What right does that mistress have to live right here in your mansion?"

Celeste clung tightly to the pillow as she listened to Anna's words. Her tears fell uncontrollably, the pain in her heart intensifying. It was excruciating, and she couldn't explain it. It felt like she was dying from the pain!

"T-The mistress is pregnant." She sat up on the bed and repeatedly hit her stomach. "I'm not! I can't get pregnant for Darson! I can't bear his child! I'm worthless! I'm a useless wife! I'm no longer of any use to my husband... aahhh!!"

"Madam!" Anna quickly rushed to her aid. She jumped onto the bed and embraced her from behind, trying to stop her from hurting herself. "Madam! That's not true! You've been such a good wife to Sir! You've done everything, but he's the one who's not content! He's the problem!"

Celeste sobbed, her face tilted towards the ceiling, drowning in her own tears.

Their story, from the beginning, seemed like a fairy tale to Celeste. She didn't need to search for or choose a man to marry because Darson was already destined for her.

It was an arranged marriage between the Allegra and Costa families for the growth of their businesses and the future development and strengthening of their relationship.

They both wanted the planned marriage because they were already in love with each other at the tender age of thirteen. They had been together for two decades, and they officially got married when they were twenty-four.

Darson was Celeste's puppy love-her first and true love.

Celeste was ecstatic during the first three years of their marriage. It was everything she had dreamed of. Darson didn't disappoint her in love, and even the other Allegras treated her as true family.

But in the past two years, tragedy struck her parents in a car accident, and their business slowly declined. The wind of change blew for her.

Just as she needed her husband's comfort the most, he suddenly changed his heart and cheated on her for the first time, which continues to this day.

Until now, the pain in Celeste's heart hasn't changed. The wounds in her chest that haven't healed are bleeding once again.

"I am the problem, Anna!" she continued to blame herself, struggling to breathe. "It's true that I'm useless to the Allegras! The business has failed, and I'm barren! I have no use for Darson, so... why would I deny him the opportunity to find another woman? B-But it hurts so much! It hurts so much, Anna!"

"Madam! If your husband loves you, he won't look for another woman, even if you're of no use to him! Wake up, madam, and don't be a martyr! He won't be able to deceive you if he truly loves you!"

Anna's words didn't help Celeste. Her heart broke even more because of them.

"A-Are you saying he doesn't love me anymore?" she struggled to ask, full of questioning, as she looked at Anna. "But he loved me so much before. I was a good wife. I poured all my love into him, Anna. B-Because I was so afraid that he would find someone else-someone better and more perfect."

"M-Madam..."

"I'm afraid he'll leave me completely, Anna!" tons of tears fell from her eyes, and she buried her face in the maid's embrace. "He's all I have left. I have no family to go back to. My mom and dad have been gone for a long time! My brother is still missing. There's nothing left of my loved ones except Darson! H-He's my whole life. If he's gone, I won't be able to survive!"

"Madam..." Anna wanted to assure Celeste that she would never leave her, no matter what happened. But she knew that her mistress didn't need that right now. Her despicable husband was busy with another woman, while Celeste was dying from the pain she felt!

Anna's anger toward Darson grew even stronger. She was thinking of ways to secretly get back at him and seek revenge for her mistress!

"I-I didn't really push his mistress yesterday, so why is Darson still angry at me?" Celeste asked again. "Chiarra hurt herself, Anna. Believe me, I really didn't push that woman and try to harm the baby in her womb. Yes, I'm angry. I'm so angry, and I want to confront her! B-But I really didn't push her. She hurt herself. Please believe me."

Anna stroked Celeste's back. "Madam, I believe you. You wouldn't even kill a mosquito or step on an ant, so how could you do that? That's why I'm even more angry that they're ganging up on you now!"

Anna knew that because the Costa family had fallen, Celeste was being treated like trash in the Allegra mansion. But she didn't want to let Celeste know, which would hurt her even more. Celeste's heart was already wounded, and she didn't want to add to it by telling her the truth.

But what she couldn't accept was that Darson's mistress, Chiarra, didn't come from a prestigious family either. It was infuriating that someone even lower than a commoner was brought into the mansion and replaced Celeste!

Anna discovered that Chiarra was a prostitute who had been with various men. Meanwhile, her mistress had protected her own body her whole life, showing it only to Darson!

"D-Darson, don't leave me," Celeste whispered repeatedly into the air, as if she were praying, until she fell asleep.

"The woman Sir Darson brought to the mansion is beautiful and kind. I really admire her! Madam Celeste, on the other hand, even after five years in the mansion, is still difficult to approach. She always wants to be greeted and respected. But with Madam Chiarra, we became close right away!"

"Be careful with what you say, Tami. They might think you're taking the mistress's side. Even if Madam Chiarra is kind, we shouldn't support what's wrong."

"Hmp! Why not? I feel like Sir Darson is going to leave Madam Celeste sooner than later. He's not happy with her anymore. But if you look at him now, his happiness has returned with Madam Chiarra! I guess that's just how it is. When a woman lacks something, the man will look for another woman to fill that void."

"For me, Madam Celeste doesn't lack anything. It's just that she can't give birth to a child for Sir Darson. What kind of wife would deny her husband the chance to have a child, right? Honestly, in this day and age, they can use technology to have a biological child. It's just... cheaters are cheaters, and Sir Darson chose to betray Madam Celeste."

"Oh, I don't know! I still find Madam Chiarra kind. Let's go and prepare the food! Madam Priscilla is already downstairs."

As Celeste listened to the conversation between the two maids, the deep wound in her heart from two weeks ago still throbbed.

She never expected that within those two weeks, there would already be maids siding with Chiarra, the mistress. She had heard more than one maid praise Chiarra, and it only weakened her spirit.

She mustered the courage to get up now, fix herself, and leave her room because there was news in the mansion that her mother-in-law, Priscilla, was arriving.

Perhaps the old woman had heard about the explosive situation that had happened in her and Darson's mansion.

She just hoped her mother-in-law would take her side. After all, Chiarra is just a mistress who doesn't belong to any influential family, but a prostitute at that.

She knew the Allegra family was very strict about these things. So she still hoped that Priscilla would drive away Darson's mistress.

"What kind of drama are you causing again, Celeste?" Priscilla, Celeste's mother-in-law, asked angrily as soon as she saw her. "You know you're infertile, so you should have prepared yourself for what might happen. Shouldn't we have grandchildren because of you? We only have one child, and there's no other bloodline to continue in our next generation!"

"Aunt, I understand you." Celeste tried her best to remain composed and smiled in front of her mother-in-law. "Please don't worry about this matter because I've accepted it, and I won't sulk in my room anymore."

The redness and swelling of Celeste's eyes were still evident. She knew Priscilla was still very angry with her, especially in the past two years. And she quickly sensed the sharp comeback, so she didn't argue or explain further.

"Fix yourself, Celeste, because our family has suffered greatly since we accepted your family into this marriage. Not only did it bring no good to the company, but even in terms of your womb, it's a failure! What kind of disgrace have we encountered!"

"I-I apologize..." She instinctively held her stomach.

"It doesn't matter! The Allegras saved the company, and Darson will finally have a child. In some way, we're still blessed from above. So, can you do us a favor and take care of Chiarra while she's pregnant!? I don't want to hear that you're like a drama queen, crying and locking yourself in your room!"

She froze. She swallowed hard and bowed her head. "Yes, aunt. I will take care of her while she's here in the mansion."

"Good. I expect you not to be cruel to Chiarra or think of doing something bad to her. Because I'm telling you, if anything undesirable happens to that woman and her unborn child, I won't hesitate to kick you out of this mansion!"

"I-I understand, aunt."

She breathed a sigh of relief as Priscilla left the terrace where they had spoken. She weakly sat on the nearby chair, staring blankly into space.

On the other hand, Anna entered the terrace upon seeing Priscilla's departing figure.

"Madam, based on the information I gathered, it's your mother-in-law who pushed Sir Darson to have an affair. She's also been involved with the place where Chiarra came from outside."

Celeste let out a lifeless laugh. She had hoped, even in the slightest bit, that Priscilla wouldn't accept the woman Darson brought into the Allegra mansion. She thought Priscilla wouldn't accept someone without status and a name like Chiarra. She didn't come from an influential family, nor was she even a distant relative or an illegitimate child.

That crushed Celeste's heart even more. To know that her husband replaced her with someone so different. It felt like her entire being had been trampled on. The world seemed to have turned against her.

She didn't want to belittle anyone, but the truth was she couldn't match Chiarra.

Who she was now was a result of her efforts to embody the etiquette and manners that women should have. Studying diligently, knowing about household affairs, and even the basics of business to help her husband.

She learned how to converse with various accomplished women in the upper class. She maintained her dignity and grace inside and outside the mansion.

What was all that for? If now she was defeated by a woman who could only offer her own womb.

This was the kind of defeat that was hard to accept. But she needed to swallow it all, maintain her humility, and... take care of her husband's mistress.

"Sister!" Chiarra peeked in from outside the terrace with a lively appearance. "It's time to eat, sister. Shall we go down together?"

Celeste tensed at Chiarra's sight. She bit her tongue to restrain herself from lashing out.

How could she act like nothing happened? After what she did when they first met?

Chiarra had a big smile as she walked towards Celeste and took her hand. "Daddy cooked a special dish for us! What was it called again? Ah! Lobster terminor. I think that's it."

Celeste froze in her spot. "Lobster Thermidor?" That was her favorite dish that Darson exclusively cooked for her.

Darson wasn't fond of cooking, but whenever he did, it was always Lobster Thermidor, and it was only for her! It was her favorite because of its unique deliciousness.

"Ah! Yes, that lobster something. Anyway! Daddy said he cooked it for me. So I'm excited, sister! Let's share so you can taste it too."

"Ha..." a very bitter laugh escaped Celeste's lips. Tears welled up in her eyes, which she quickly held back. That's how deeply her pain was buried in her palm.