LOGINL A N A
I am completely stunned, staring back at him in disbelief as a deep frown settles on my brows. My eyes search the room, analysing the reactions of the people around me. Everyone seems confused, their clamouring growing louder and louder until their gazes finally land on me, eyeing me with nothing but pure judgment. As my eyes search the crowd, that's when I finally take notice of someone... of her...
Elizabeth...
She is staring at me with her arms crossed, hidden in the crowd. Her face is blank for a moment... but soon transforms into something devious, something so evil it makes my blood run cold. She smiles, like she's enjoying every second of this... like she's been waiting for my downfall, and it finally seems to be happening.
My eyes snap back to Tyler, finding him staring down at the floor with fake sadness. He can't even look me in the eye.
"You're lying, Tyler... tell them the truth..." I let out, trying my best to keep my voice from breaking as tears stream down my face. I glance around the room again, and the more I do, the more I find people staring back at me with pure judgment. They don't really believe him... do they?
"It's not true!" I suddenly blurt out, my voice shaking once I see how they're feeding into his lies. "You're the one who-..."
Before I can even get another word out, Elizabeth steps forward and speaks, fake sadness and disappointment written on her face. "Lana, I saw the messages. I didn't want to believe it, but there were too many to ignore... You don't have to hide it any more..."
My heart drops again, and pure rage fills my body as I turn to face Elizabeth.
Betrayal upon betrayal. My closest friend, now turning against me.
"Elizabeth... how you could do this to me?" I say quietly, shaking my head at her, staring at her with disgust. Before I can get another word out, someone enters my line of vision...Tyler's mother.
Margaret approaches, her face a mask of disappointment and fury. She blocks my path and stares back at me with rage clear as day on her features.
"You little whore..." She seethes, and I stare at her in shock.
"Mrs Woods, please...-" I try to reason with her, but she refuses to let me speak.
"We took you in, treated you like family, and this is how you repay us?" She continues, and I struggle to find the words to say. I'm too overwhelmed. Finding Tyler cheating with my best friend, and now having him lie to everyone to save his own skin, is too much for my mind to process all at once.
"You have to believe me, I never cheated on him, he's the one who-..." I plead, my voice breaking, but once again, she doesn't even let me finish. Instead, her hand swings fast, and before I know it, the sharp crack of her palm hitting my cheek echoes through the room. Gasps ring out and my head snaps to the side. My face burns, not just from the slap, but from the humiliation. My ears buzz. I'm dizzy, stunned. How is this happening to me right now...?
"You manipulative little bitch," Margaret seethes, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at me. "You grew up with nothing and tried to crawl your way into our world like a parasite. Tyler gave you everything, and this is how you repay him? And now you want to spin the story?!"
I try to speak, but my voice is caught somewhere between my chest and throat. Everyone's watching, wide-eyed and whispering. No one moves to help. No one says a word in my defence.... They all believe Tyler's lies.
"That's not true..." I finally manage, my voice small. "He's lying. He's the one who cheated. I walked in on him and Elizabeth... I saw it..."
"Desperate," Elizabeth cuts in sharply, her tone suddenly cold. "You always were, weren't you? You latched onto Tyler. After all, he was safe, because he could give you the life you never had. You never loved him. You used him... And that wasn't enough for you..." Elizabeth shakes her head. My eyes narrow at her, filled with venom as I stand up straight.
"Used him?" I laugh bitterly, even as my tears spill. "You're the one in his bed, Elizabeth. Don't act like this was some noble act. You lied to me. You both did..."
"She's clearly having some kind of mental breakdown," Tyler says smoothly, turning to the crowd with practised grief in his voice. "And I don't want to shame her any more than necessary, but I found texts. Pictures. Videos. Messages from someone she's been seeing behind my back. I didn't want to believe it either. I loved her..."
He turns to me now, eyes glassy, expression perfectly controlled. "But I can't marry someone who doesn't respect me or herself."
And the crowd eats it up.
I hear someone mutter, "Typical social climber."
Another says, "Wow, I never trusted her vibe."
A third: "Poor Tyler. He deserves better."
It's all crashing down.
Diane stands a few feet away, stunned. I meet her eyes, pleading with her, hoping she'll say something, that she'll do something. But she doesn't. She simply shakes her head and looks away. My throat aches. My hands shake. I look around the room, at people I've laughed with, danced with, built relationships with, and realise none of them ever really saw me. They saw what Tyler let them see. What Margaret allowed...
And now, they see what they want to believe: the poor orphan girl who conned her way into their world and got caught.
"No one's going to say anything?" I whisper. "None of you? You all believe him...?"
Silence.
Margaret crosses her arms. "You need to leave. You're no longer welcome here."
Something in me breaks completely. My tears continue to fall, but I don't say a word. Instead, I begin backing away from them, from all of them, giving Tyler and Elizabeth one last look before I spin around and run out of the room, through the open double doors, out into the night air that bites at my skin. My heels clack against the stone steps, but I don't stop... All I know is that I need to get away from here...
I hear someone call my name behind me, but I don't turn. They won't believe me. Not tonight. Maybe not ever, and Tyler knows that.
He's won this round.
But he doesn't know what losing me really means yet.
L A N AI wake up earlier than I planned, and this time it isn’t panic dragging me out of sleep or another nightmare forcing my eyes open before sunrise. For the first few seconds, I just lie there staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where I am, and then it all slowly comes back to me, piece by piece. The mansion. Dante. The Underground. Ezio...And the meeting is happening today.My entire life changed within the space of a few days. It still feels unreal when I think about it too hard, almost ridiculous, honestly, but now I’m here.And somehow I’m adjusting to it faster than I should.I slowly sit up in bed and push my hair away from my face, letting out a quiet breath while sunlight spills through the curtains and fills the room with a soft golden glow that makes everything feel calmer than my thoughts actually are. I stay still for a little while longer, pulling the blanket around myself while my mind drifts again, this time to Dante without me even meaning for it to...Hon
L A N A“I’d like for you to come with me tomorrow,” he says as soon as we're the only ones in the room. The second those words leave his mouth, I feel my stomach tighten as I stare back at him from across the living room, still trying to process everything he told me about the meeting and the other families. And... the fact that Ezio will be there too, which honestly feels like the worst part out of all of it. I already know tomorrow won’t be simple, and now hearing him ask me to stand beside him during all of that only makes the nerves sitting inside me worsen, especially after how things ended the last time I saw Ezio.“Wait… why…?” I ask quietly, my voice coming out unsure, but I can’t help it at this point. My fingers instinctively twist together as I look at him, searching his expression for answers while he remains standing there watching me with that same calm look he always carries when speaking about dangerous situations like they’re normal parts of his everyday life.“I nee
L A N AI spend the next hour unpacking everything Daniella and Bonnie brought into the room, and honestly, I still can’t fully process how much Dante bought for me. Every time I open another bag, there’s more inside, and not just random clothes either. I find Designer brands, expensive shoes and dresses that probably cost more than my monthly rent back home. At one point, I actually stop unpacking and just stand there staring into the wardrobe while trying to figure out how my life turned into this within the span of a few days.A few days ago, I was planning a wedding.Now I’m standing inside a mafia estate unpacking luxury clothes bought for me by a man people fear enough to lower their voices around him.It sounds insane when I think about it too hard.I hang everything up carefully anyway, smoothing out dresses and jackets while trying not to think too deeply about the fact that Dante personally arranged all this for me. The wardrobe slowly fills with colours and fabrics, and eve
L A N AAfter Dante leaves, I stay standing in the middle of the room for a while, staring at the door after it closes behind him while trying to calm my thoughts, but honestly, I can’t even keep up with them anymore. Every conversation with him leaves me feeling more confused than before, and I don’t mean confused in a bad way either, which probably makes it worse. I barely know this man, yet every time he looks at me for too long or says my name in that calm voice of his, I completely lose track of myself. It’s embarrassing actually, especially when I think about how composed he always seems while I’m over here struggling to breathe normally after basic eye contact.Eventually, I force myself to move, leaving the meeting room and making my way back upstairs toward the bedroom I’ve been staying in since arriving here, and even that still feels strange to think about. Staying here. Living here. Waking up in this massive estate surrounded by armed guards and people who talk about underg
L A N A“You don’t have to thank me,” he says after a moment, his voice quiet as he stares back at me.“I want to,” I reply softly, and my answer causes his expression to shift slightly. His brows lift faintly like he’s trying to figure me out, his gaze moving between my eyes before features change again, and that tiny reaction alone makes my stomach tighten. It’s strange seeing a man like Dante caught off guard by simple kindness, and I realise then that maybe he isn’t used to people thanking him sincerely. Maybe most people around him fear him too much to speak to him normally.That thought stays in my head as he clears his throat and looks away from me for a second, breaking the intensity between us before it stretches too far.“We should focus on what’s ahead,” he says, his tone slipping back into that composed version of himself, the Don again, instead of just Dante, and I instantly feel myself growing flustered from how quickly the atmosphere changes between us.“Right...” I nod
L A N A“I’m not leaving,” I say to him, my voice coming out soft as I look up at him, trying to curb the nervousness rising in my chest. “I’m staying here.”I notice as his eyebrows rise slightly, as if he wasn't expecting my answer, right before his expression changes, becoming more neutral as if he doesn't want me to notice the slight relief that crosses his features. How I've even come to this decision. I don't know. Maybe it's because I can't bring myself to ever face Tyler again, or maybe because I'm completely terrified of what Ezio might do to me if he ever finds me. I can't risk it... and here, Dante has offered to take care of me...I should refuse, make a break for it and leave all of this behind, especially when I have no one else who actually cares for me. But I have to admit, part of Dante's life... intrigues me...Or maybe that's just a fancy way of saying that... he's the one that intrigues me...It's only been a short time since we first met, and yet, he's protected m
L A N AI am painfully aware of how small I feel standing here.Not just physically, though that is impossible to ignore, the way Dante stands taller than everyone else in the room, the way his presence seems to take up space without effort, but emotionally too, like I am a child who wandered into
L A N A He is smiling back at me, a short glass of golden liquor in his hand as he carefully makes his way over to me."Look at you..." He says to me, and that's when I feel Fernanda nudge me towards Ezio, just as I gasp and begin making my way towards him. The music suddenly quiets down, and the
L A N AHe stops a few feet away from me, crouching slowly until we are almost at eye level, his gaze searching my face with an intensity that makes my breath hitch. I expect cruelty, a demand or another command that strips away what little control I have left.But instead, his voice comes out calm
L A N AWe step outside together, the late morning air feeling cool against my skin as the front doors close quietly behind us, and I immediately notice the black car parked near the entrance, its engine already running as if it has been waiting for this exact moment, which I suppose it has. The st







