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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 AThe moment Don Luigi Morleno walks into the room, the atmosphere changes. Everyone tenses as they look back at him, especially Dante and Ezio. It's almost as if they've forgotten they were just going at each other a few moments ago.I pay close attention to the way they react to Don Luigi. They're irritated on top of anything else, and for the first time, I've seen them actually agree on something.I watch as Don Luigi remains seated in the chair at the head of the table, casually swinging around every few seconds with an easy smile on his face, as though he's arriving at a dinner party instead of a meeting between the most dangerous people in the Underground."Oh come now..." he says with a grin. "I expected a more welcoming response..." He lets out, but no one answers him.I glance toward both Dante and Ezio, noticing that both their expressions remain unchanged; in fact, Ezio seems more displeased about Don Luigi being here than anyone else in the room.I don't know how obl
L A N AAs I maintain eye contact with Ezio, every bit of confidence I managed to build during the drive over starts slipping away.He's standing on the opposite side of the room with several people around him, all dressed in dark tailored suits, talking quietly amongst themselves until we walk in.Then they all stop to look at us.My heart begins beating faster as I recognise a familiar face standing beside Ezio.Fernanda...The woman who helped him back at the mansion, the same woman who had a gun pointed at my spine and threatened to shoot if I didn't do as she said.Her eyes meet mine for only a second before she looks away again, almost as if she is completely displeased with my presence.I instinctively move a little closer to Dante, trying hard not to let my nervousness show in a room full of strangers, but I'm sure by now they've all noticed my little gesture. Dante turns to look down at me, his eyes meeting mine momentarily, almost as if he is quietly asking me: Are you okay?
L A N AThe drive to the Domenicali Hotel is quiet, and the silence that fills the car is much heavier than anything I'm used to.Nobody is joking now.Bonnie sits in the front passenger seat while Nico drives, talking only when they need to, while Amos and Daniella ride in another vehicle behind us. As for me? I'm seated at the backseat of the car... right beside Dante...Neither of us says much during the entire ride. I keep my hands folded together in my lap, trying not to think too far ahead, but it's impossible not to. My mind keeps wandering back to everything Dante told me about the Underground, the families, the alliances, the rules that keep them from tearing each other apart every single day.And today I'll finally see it with my own eyes...I'll see Ezio again.Just thinking his name makes my stomach tighten as I shift uncomfortably in my seat.I wonder how he'll react when he sees me. I wonder if he'll be angry... or just act as possessive as he did when he showed up at Ty
L A N ABy the time Dante and I reach the dining room, I already know everyone inside has heard us coming.The conversation dips right before we step through the doorway, like they all had one last comment to get out before the boss walked in and now they've switched back into whatever version of polite counts in a house run by a man like Dante Valencia, which, from what I've seen, still leaves a lot of room for side-eyes, sarcasm, and Amos talking far too loudly for a person who claims to work security."Boss, you have to try the cotechino today. It's absolutely magical," Amos calls out the second we walk in, already halfway through his plate and looking deeply pleased with himself.Dante shakes his head in response, but there is the faintest trace of amusement on his face. "I see you've wasted no time in indulging."Amos lifts his fork in defense of his own honour. "I'm gonna need my strength for today, especially if we're seeing the Benedettis."Bonnie, seated with one leg crossed
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 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 AI am shaking so badly I can barely stand.This is war.A pure, living, breathing nightmare unfolding around me. The man holding onto my arm only tightens his grip as we make our way forward. I twist in his hold, panic clawing its way up my throat as I try to pull free, but he is stronger th
L A N A"You made it with forty seconds to spare..." I hear Fernanda's voice, making me turn in her direction, watching as she stands with a woman close to her, holding onto a tablet. "Good, we have a tight schedule." He says before she makes her way over to me. "Begin." She orders, and before I c
L A N ADaniella leads the way without saying a word, and I follow a few steps behind her, my shoes quiet against the smooth floors, my body still moving on borrowed energy. The halls stretch long and clean, nothing like the looming luxury of Ezio’s estate, and yet just as intimidating in a differe







