63| Make It Look Like An Accident.

TWO MONTHS LATER:

Three weeks have passed since I arrived in Sicily, accompanied by Leo, my husband. It has been four weeks since we exchanged our vows and became one.

Fortunately, Leo had kept his promise and ensured that our wedding was a small and intimate affair, just as I had requested.

The sole attendees of our union consisted exclusively of the distinguished members of the Elite Family's leadership. The only witnesses and approvers of our holy matrimony were the ones we deemed necessary; those of the inner circle that influenced a wider spectrum.

As we sat across the table, I knew that our reputation was on the line. Our coming together was questioned.

The rumours of a feud between Leo and myself had spread like wildfire, threatening to tarnish our image as a united front.

But I was determined to set the record straight. With a confident smile, I spoke of our shared vision and unwavering commitment to success.

As I looked over at Leo, I knew that we were more than just a co