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LORENZO VINCENTThe moment we stepped out of my father’s house and into the car, Giulia turned those stormy eyes on me. I could feel her fury radiating before she even opened her mouth."What the hell was that back there?" she snapped, her voice sharp and accusing—like I’d just stolen something sacred from her.I exhaled slowly, keeping my gaze ahead. "I did what I had to do. Let it go, Giulia. I’ve got everything under control." I said lamely, as though I expected her to just accept it but I knew she wasn't the type to just settle with something like that.Truthfully, I didn’t know what else to say. I had no idea what the hell I was doing. But what was I supposed to say when my father kept pushing for a grandchild? The man was old, tired, and clinging to legacy like it was air. He’d probably die before ever holding one in his arms. That’s how it is with us Italians, legacy is everything.Giulia scoffed, her laugh dry and bitter. “Control? You just gave your father false hope! And for

CAMILLA RYDERMy heart slammed against my chest as Lorenzo stormed into the room.No. He wasn’t supposed to be back yet.He stopped right in front of me, and Vincenzo instinctively took few steps backwards, putting space between us.Lorenzo’s shoulder-length hair caught the breeze slipping through the still-open window. As always, his face was carved from stone—emotionless, unreadable. No smile. Just that signature, cold stare.Then, the corner of his mouth curled. A smirk.I looked away, trying to slip past him, but his hand shot out, grabbing my arm loosely."A pleasant surprise, isn't it?" he said, voice smooth and taunting.Surprise? Sure. Pleasant? Not even close. But really, why was I surprised? Lorenzo came and went like a ghost, always when it suited him. And he never missed a chance to be the center of attention."Let go of me, Lorenzo!" I snapped, yanking my arm.He scoffed but released me slowly, like he wanted me to know it was his choice."I thought you were having fun wi

VINCENZO CASTILLOThe drive back to the hotel was as silent as the Dead Sea.I kept watching Giulia through the rearview mirror hoping I could I could make something out of her blank expression, stiff posture.But... Nothing in her eyes.Why was I even surprised?She’d always been this way. Or maybe… ever since she became Giulia.Sometimes I caught myself wondering if this was the same naive, soft, fragile woman I dragged out of that prison six years ago. The woman who used to flinch at loud voices and smile with her whole heart.But that woman died the day she met Don Alexandro and was given a choice to either lose her life, or lose her identity. She chosed the second.From that moment on, she was someone else. Someone cold. Sharp and Dangerous.No matter how hard I tried to reason with her, to stop her—she had made up her mind. She was going back for revenge.God only knows what was running through her head as she stared out the window, wind tugging at her hair like it wanted to ste

LIAM RYDERThis can’t be real…No, it couldn’t be Camilla. That was impossible.“She’s dead…”I’d told myself that a thousand times. A million. I couldn't count how many times those words rang in my head... But still, here I was, staring at a woman who looked exactly like her—standing right in front of me.My heart thudded like a warning drum.How could she possibly be Lorenzo Vincent’s wife? It made no sense.But no matter how surreal it felt, my eyes never left her.The way she laughed, the way she spoke, everything... were all different.The strangest part?She never once looked my way.Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket, yanking me back to the moment. I pulled it out and saw Karen’s name. I answered it almost immediately.“Liam? Come down here now!” Her voice was sharp and urgent.My stomach dropped.“Is everything okay, babe?” I asked quietly, my heart already racing.Her shaky breathing crackled through the line and that itself made me more terrified than seeing a ghost.“Jus

CAMILLA RYDERThe Lamborghini purred away as I stepped onto the red carpet laid before the towering glass doors of the grand opening venue. My eyes instantly caught the massive banner above — Liam’s face looming on it, bold and arrogantly posed like some kind of messiah to the business world.A knot twisted in my stomach. I had loved him, deeply and foolishly even against my father’s warnings and the judgment of every sane voice around me. But... I picked him up when he was nothing, taught him everything he knew about the business, and believed in him more than I did myself.And in return?He cheated on me with my d**n own stepsister.Then stole my company.The one I had poured my soul into.Karen was right when she said. “You're such a gullible Camilla... You built an empire only to hand it over to a man out of love.”She was darn right!. God, I wish I hadn't married him... I wish I had seen him for who he is...“This way, Mrs. Vincent,” Vincenzo said beside me, gesturing respectfull

LIAM RYDERSEVEN YEARS LATERI adjusted my tie one last time in front of the mirror, making sure the knot sat perfectly. My hand hovered over my wristwatch when Karen stepped into the room.I didn’t need to look at her to know what expression she wore. I could feel it—the disapproval and the jealousy, seeing me dressed up in my favorite sleek black suit and black tie just for wife's anniversary, must have pissed her off.Actually, if a trophy is given to the most easily jealous woman in the world, I think Karen gets it ... As I tried to spray some perfume, she pressed in from behind, her arms wrapped gently around my waist.“So much effort for a death anniversary?” she muttered, her voice laced with jealousy... I totally guessed right...“I told you we shouldn’t go, Liam.” she finally said.I sighed, turning to face her. No matter what I needed to say at the moment I can neither give her more reasons to be jealous nor give her the satisfactions she wants right now. “Stop it, Karen,"