LOGINI was once Fiona's consigliere. I put the Falcone Family in her hands,helping her become the untouchable Don. And when a rival family put out a hit, I took the car bomb meant for her. It cost me my eyes. She knelt by my hospital bed and swore a blood oath. She would be my eyes. I would be her only husband. Later, after an operation by a top surgeon, my eyes recovered. I couldn't wait to rush home to surprise her. But when I pushed open the door, I saw her tangled together with Leo, her bodyguard, on the desk I had custom-made for her. Fiona was pressed against Leo in revealing clothing, her face flushed. Crumpled white tissues littered the floor. Between ragged breaths, she called Leo’s name repeatedly. "Fiona, why are you still keeping that useless blind fuck around? Let me take care of him for you." "Leo, shut up. I need more time. Now, get inside me. That's all that matters." The Chicago winter rain was bone-chilling that night. I completely gave up. After walking out of the house in just my shirt, I pulled out my phone and booked a one-way ticket to Sicily. I will cut ties completely with this family and with her.
View MoreI’d finally had enough.I dodged the attack, then moved. Fast. A brutal kick to his knee.He screamed and dropped to the ground. I’d hit his old injury. Hard.“My apologies, Mr. Leo. My foot must have slipped.”“Agh! Javier, I swear to God I’m going to kill you with my own hands!”Fiona finally snapped out of it. She strode over to Leo, grabbed him by the hair, her face savage.“You lay one finger on him, and I will tear you limb from limb.”Leo let out a loud, bitter laugh, tears streaming from his eyes.“Fiona, you are so fucking cruel! After all the good times I gave you? The second we’re out of bed, you don’t know me!”CRACK!“Shut up!”Fiona slapped him again, hard, to silence him, then looked at me, terrified.“Shut up? For what? We were fucking right in front of your husband! As I recall, you were loving it, even if you didn’t dare make a sound, ha ha ha!”Leo was looking right at me when he said it. He expected me to lose my mind, to get angry.He was disappointed. I felt nothi
Fiona didn’t leave Sicily.I thought she’d take the hint, go back to her Chicago.I was wrong.The next morning, Marco gave me the news.“Sir, the villa on the hill across from the estate has been sold. To the Falcone family.”I walked to the window and raised my binoculars to the opposite slope.Sure enough, I could see figures moving inside a white villa.What really shocked me was the professional-grade telescope set up on the balcony, aimed directly at my estate.“She’s lost her mind,” I said coldly.From that day on, I felt eyes on me constantly.Whether I was walking in the garden or working in my study.Fiona was a ghost, watching my every move.But nothing she did could bring my heart back from the dead.She was just lying to herself.It all came to a head when a beautiful Florentine countess, Elena, came to discuss a deal. We were getting along well. Fiona must have thought I was starting a new relationship.Fiona burst onto the terrace, out of breath.Her hair was a mess, her
Three years passed.The Sicilian sun was just as warm, but my heart was now ice.The Falcone art empire flourished under my hand. We became one of the largest art restoration and trading hubs in the world.From Van Gogh to Picasso, Michelangelo to Da Vinci, every piece that passed through our hands was worth a fortune.Today, I was in the restoration room, guiding my team on a priceless Da Vinci manuscript.“Careful. That paper is five hundred years old,” I told my assistant.I was wearing a white restorer’s coat, my focus absolute.This was my life now.Clean. Professional. Free of any emotional bullshit.Suddenly, the door to the workshop was pushed open.“Sir, you have a visitor,” my assistant said.“Tell them to wait.” I didn’t look up. “I’m working.”“But… she says she’s from the Falcone family.”My hand froze mid-air.Moretti. The name made my heart skip a beat.Before I could say a word, the door was thrown open.A familiar figure stood in the doorway. Fiona.She was thinner. Mu
When the plane landed at our private airport in Sicily, the Mediterranean sun stung my eyes.After all these years, I was finally home.Three years. One woman. My whole life, derailed.As the youngest son of the Scott family, I never wanted to fight my brother for power.After I fell for Fiona all those years ago, all I wanted was to stay by her side, to be her strategist, her shadow.For Fiona, I went against my father’s wishes. I gave up the massive, ready-made family business in Sicily, happy to stay in Chicago and be the man behind her throne.I used every ounce of my cunning to make her a Don no one could question.And during that car bomb attack from the rival family, I didn’t hesitate. I shielded her with my own body.Shrapnel took my eyes.In return, I got her blood oath by my hospital bed. She cried her eyes out, swearing to be my eyes forever, that I belonged only to her.What a fucking joke. I traded my sight and half my life for the sight of her and her bodyguard going at i






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