As I stepped out of the clinic, Dora came running after me."Mom, wait! I wanna go with you."She reached for my hand, and I looked down, surprised. On her wrist wasn't that diamond bracelet Fiona gave her; it was the one I made by hand, with pink beads and tiny cartoon charms. No sparkle, no luxury. Just love.I smiled a little and squeezed her hand back. "You choose to wear this?"She nodded. "It's my favorite."We walked together down the hallway toward the living room. As we turned the corner, we ran into Luca's father, Don Moretti, the old man himself.He looked...older. Slower. There were more white hairs in his slicked-back hair than I remembered. He wasn't the same iron-fisted man from before.He eyed me up and down, then said in that deep, unreadable voice, "I underestimated you, Catrina. Didn't think Luca could ever be that attached to anyone."I raised an eyebrow, ready to throw something back, but then his voice softened. "I had the new maid clean your old place. You can
I turned off my phone that anniversary. Couldn't take another call, another text, another empty apology. I just needed to breathe.Instead of heading my rented house, I started walking. My steps took me down winding roads and across the valley, and before I knew it, I was standing not far from my old house. My parents' house. It had been sold off after they passed, and the money helped me rent an apartment in the city and find some footing on my own.So many memories in that house. Some good, some painful, all of them mine."Catrina?"I turned at the sound of my name. It was Eason, the guy who rented me the wooden house in this valley. He was standing there in jeans and a hoodie, hands shoved in his pockets, looking surprised to see me."Oh hey," I said. "Didn't expect to run into you out here.""I live around the corner," he said, walking up with a warm smile. "That house I rented to you? Just one of my properties.""Wow. You're low-key loaded, huh?" I joked.He laughed, all gentle
Ever since Dora started living with Maria, she got weirdly clingy to Luca. My contact at the Moretti estate told me what happened the day before the wedding anniversary. Luca finally came back to the villa after days of doing 'business'. By then, Maria had already shown up with Dora, pretending to help decorate for the party.The moment Dora saw Luca, she ran to him, didn't even look back at Maria. That caught Luca off guard. Lately, Dora had barely looked him in the eye. She'd always stayed close to Maria, always watching him like he was a stranger, or worse… someone to be afraid of. He never forced her to come close, guilt weighed on him heavy enough. After all the things he'd done, the last thing he wanted was to scare his own daughter.But that day, when she ran into his arms, he felt hope. He hugged her close, and then something in her pocket caught his eye."Dora, what's this?" he asked, gently pulling out a small square of cloth with a familiar rose print. "Where'd you g
The Morettis don't just run the city. In some parts of this country, they are the law. So if I ever wanted a real shot at freedom, I had to disappear somewhere they'd never think to look.I packed a couple bags and headed for the old valley near where my parents used to live; God rest their souls. That place was so remote it didn't even show up right on GPS. And I knew, deep down, none of the Morettis would even think to look there. Why would they? They never once cared about where I came from. To them, I was just a quiet, clean girl with no criminal record, exactly the kind of obedient wife or daughter-in-law they needed for appearances.I still remember the night before my wedding with Luca like it was yesterday. I was nervous as hell and ended up missing their fancy 7 p.m. family dinner. Big mistake.They didn't even send Luca. No. They sent MariaShe came into my room without knocking, her heels clicking like a warning shot."What, you getting cold feet now?" she said, arms c
I really thought I could get away from him.But I underestimated just how deep the Moretti name ran. Every time I tried to find a lawyer to help me file for divorce, they'd go quiet the second I said Luca's name. Some got jittery. Others just straight up told me they "weren't taking new clients." But we both knew what it was. No one wanted to go against the Morettis.And just when I was running out of ideas, Luca called me."Tomorrow's Dora's birthday," he said, like he was talking about the weather. "She wants to see her mom."My chest tightened. "Dora wants to see me?" I tried to stay cool, but my voice cracked a little. "Are you serious?""You think I'd lie about that?" Then I heard Dora's voice in the background."I want to see my mom."That tiny voice hit me like a punch to the gut. I blinked fast, trying not to cry. I smiled for the first time in weeks."I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart," I said quickly, before she could change her mind.I asked Luca, "Where we meeting?""T
After sending the text, I found a quiet little pawn shop outside the city, walked in without a word, and sold the ring. I still got tens of thousands for it, but I didn't feel the joy I used to when money hit my account.This wasn't a war. This was my life. And in this life, there were no winners.Then I booked a small hotel right along the route to the Moretti estate. I didn't have a real plan… just a hope. Maybe I could still get one last chance to see Dora. Maybe I could intercept them, talk to her without Maria around, just once.That night, I couldn't sleep.I sat by the window, watching SUVs pass by on the highway. Every time one went by, I wondered, was that them? Had they already gotten there? Were they wondering where I was?Probably not.I don't even remember how many hours I sat like that. At some point, my body gave up, and I fell asleep right there, still sitting by the window with my eyes half open....The next night, around the time I figured the reunion party w