MasukFor seven years, everyone believed I was nothing more than the mistress of Raffaele Moretti, the Mafia Don. Domenica, on the other hand, was known as the woman he truly loved. Years ago, Raffaele’s older brother took a bullet for him. Before he died, he asked Raffaele to take care of Domenica. To help Domenica secure her place within the Family, Raffaele protected her at every turn, even publicly claiming that she was the woman he loved. Raffaele once promised me that after seven years, once he had repaid the debt he owed his brother, he would marry me as promised. But today, I overheard a conversation between him and his underboss. “Are you really going to make Domenica your Donna and ask Livia to remain your mistress for another two years?” Raffaele was silent for a moment. “It’s only a marriage on paper. Nothing will happen between Domenica and me.” “Livia loves me. Even if she finds out, she’ll keep waiting for me.” I had waited all these years because I believed he loved me just as much. But now, clutching the pregnancy report in my hand, I finally gave up on him. If I kept waiting, all I would be giving my child was a father who would always choose someone else first. I accepted an offer from a historic-preservation firm in Paris. In a few days, I would leave with my baby.
Lihat lebih banyakLivia's POVSix months later, the restoration of the Saint-Clair Theatre was complete.At the opening ceremony, the project director handed me my new appointment letter. I would no longer serve as a deputy lead. Beginning with the firm's next commission, I would direct a restoration team of my own.I looked down at my name on the page and remembered the internship offer I had abandoned seven years earlier.After everything, I had finally found my way back to the life I was meant to build.When the ceremony ended, the receptionist told me two visitors from Italy were waiting in the conference room.I opened the door and found Raffaele's parents inside.Mr. Moretti, once too proud to bow his head to anyone, leaned heavily on a cane, his back noticeably stooped. Mrs. Moretti wore black. In six months, her hair had turned almost entirely white, and the severity I remembered had vanished from her face.When she saw me, she rose. Her lips moved several times before she managed my name."Liv
Livia's POVThe night I landed in Paris, the bleeding started again.The project director who came to meet me at the airport took one look at my face and drove me straight to the emergency room. When the doctor learned I had boarded a long-haul flight the day after a miscarriage, he was furious. He ordered me to rest for at least two weeks.I was terrified the firm would withdraw its offer.Instead, the project director brought a laptop and a stack of files to my hospital room."Your position will be here when you're ready. A building that has stood for three hundred years can wait a few more days."I remained under observation for two days.After I was discharged, the director urged me to take more time. I refused and asked to begin with the interior survey work. That was how I officially joined the restoration of the Saint-Clair Theatre.A fire had cracked the main dome and buried the original colors of the frescoes beneath years of smoke damage. At the first project meeting, most of
Raffaele's POVAfter Alessandro's death, my mother went to the family chapel every week to pray for him.Domenica had known exactly when to strike. My mother had brought only a driver with her when Domenica slipped into the chapel through the old tunnels.I ordered my underboss to seal the grounds, then entered alone.Candlelight flickered along the dark nave. The air was heavy with gasoline. My mother was bound beside Alessandro's memorial, with Domenica standing behind her. A gun pressed against my mother's temple. In Domenica's other hand, a lighter burned."Move your men back." She smiled at me, and there was madness in her eyes. "Or all three of us die here today."I signaled my underboss to withdraw, then lowered my gun to the floor."Let my mother go. Whatever you want to say, I'll stay and listen."Domenica's eyes flooded with tears. "I knew you could never really bring yourself to kill me. Raffaele, everything I did was for you."She told me Alessandro had discovered her secre
Raffaele's POVI returned to the estate that night.My underboss had laid out the traffic footage, vehicle data, and a month of Domenica's movements across my desk.On the video, Livia's car cleared the intersection while Domenica followed at a careful distance. The light ahead turned red. Domenica pressed down on the accelerator and drove straight into her.There was no loss of control. No delayed reaction. No attempt to brake.She had planned it from the beginning.My underboss handed me a bank record. "The day before the crash, Domenica used a private account to wire twenty thousand dollars to an employee at an obstetrics clinic. The employee confessed. Domenica paid her for Miss Bellandi's medical records."I stared at Domenica's authorization on the transfer, and the pain in my chest tore open all over again.She had not merely known Livia was pregnant.She had known how far along she was. She had known the dates of her appointments. She had known everything.I closed my eyes. "Br


















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