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Choosing to follow my heart meant cutting ties with my family. They searched for me and tried to reach out, but my decision to stay away never wavered. I told Royal I didn’t want to hear anything about them. I didn’t want to open the door to doubt or second-guessing. I could feel their resentment toward me, and that knowledge was a burden enough. Nothing could undo what I had done. For years, I lived as Gianna in the North, numb to most things. But as time passed, I found strength. My confidence grew through work and training. I buried myself in my job, letting it consume me. There were a few times I tried to open my heart again, but nothing ever felt right. What I had with Dante had been too good, too real, that anything after him felt like a half-hearted effort. Eventually, I stopped trying to enter relationships altogether. Then, one day, I don’t even remember how many years had passed, and I saw Dante’s face in the newspaper. He remained as handsome as ever: a respected surgeon
The shame of not getting the chance to say goodbye to Dante weighs heavily on me. Dr. Castillo’s words sank into me like shards of glass—painful, precise, and impossible to ignore. Every harsh syllable rang true; not a single word was a lie. His words stung, yes, but I get it. We both love Dante. Dante’s hands were everything to him. They represented his future as a surgeon, making his dreams tangible. His father was simply protecting his son from anyone threatening that future, including me. As I got back from speaking with Dr. Castillo, I noticed a car parked in front of the apartment building where I was staying. Royal’s assistant emerged as I approached. She came with news—Royal’s father, my mentor in physical training, had passed away. There was no luxury of time to process the grief. Her dad had shaped so much of who I was, but everything that came with his death needed to be dealt with right away. In the wake, the conversation eventually shifted to the Ballinger business
“Gianna!” Felix grabbed my arm, rough and urgent. His eyes were narrowed with anger. I glanced around nervously. No one here knew the real me, and I intended to keep it that way. I came to medical school to escape, not to stir up more trouble. “What the hell are you doing? Let go of me!” I snapped, trying to pull my arm free. “Is it true?” His voice cracked slightly. “You’re with someone else now?” “Yes, it’s true. So what?” His jaw tightened. “You can’t. We were supposed to get married. How could you, Gianna?” I stared at him, incredulous. “How could I? How could you?” I pulled him toward the garden area, away from the main walkway and beside the apartment building, needing space to face him without drawing attention. Dante would be finishing his shift at the hospital soon, and I couldn’t bear the thought of him seeing me like this—seeing me still tangled up in Felix’s chaos. “You’ve always done things that went against me,” he said bitterly. “Really?” I almost laughed, the
That night was awkward; for me and everyone else, and somehow, that made it even harder to bear. When I finally found an excuse to step outside for air, I thought I’d have a moment to collect myself. But my friend Sarah followed me out. “How are you?” she asked gently. “I’m fine,” I replied, forcing a small smile. It was easier than admitting the truth. “Are you sure? I was honestly shocked to see Felix with someone else tonight. I thought you two had... something. Weren’t you—” “There’s nothing going on between Gianna and me!” Felix’s voice cut in before she could finish. He’d appeared behind us, his arm firmly wrapped around Alice’s waist. His eyes found mine, and I saw something cold I’d never seen before. Distant. “Stop spreading rumors,” he added. “Especially when I’m clearly with someone.” “Don’t worry, babe. I’m not jealous,” Alice said with a sweet but venomous smile. “I mean, look at me—I’d be petty to be jealous of someone like…” Her eyes flicked over me, head to toe.
Felix and I had been neighbors since we were kids. His family played a big part in helping my dad land his spot in the business after my grandfather passed away—a favor that tied our families together in ways that would shape both our lives. I can’t pinpoint when our friendship began, only that we’d always been together for as long as I could remember. When he decided to enter the brutal training program—assassination, protection, debt collection—I followed without hesitation, despite being a woman. We were exposed to violence far too early. But Felix couldn’t handle the physical demands. He was eliminated from the training. The day he got kicked out of training was the first real crack in what I thought was an unbreakable bond. I chose to continue without him, and from that moment on, everything between us changed. Our families both co-managed a pharmaceutical company. So, when Felix announced he was taking up business management in college, I didn’t even hesitate—I followed him t
I stayed in the hospital for two more days before I was strong enough to leave. As I told Mr. Harrington, I wasn’t ready to face my father. So, when he showed up to visit, the bodyguard Maximus had assigned to me made sure he never got close. After my discharge, I spent another two days at Hillcrest, gathering my strength for what came next. Then, with Frederick’s help, I went straight to the police station to face Cristina. She was wearing handcuffs when the officers brought her in. A thick glass partition separated us, but it couldn’t contain the fury radiating from my gaze as I studied her face. I hated that something was between us because a part of me wanted to slap her for everything she’d done. But I stayed composed and reached for the phone on the wall. She hesitated, then picked up hers with a scowl. “I’m not even going to ask how you could hurt my mom,” I said. There was no need. I knew the answer. She wanted to take my mother’s place as Chairman Sinclair’s second wife.