LOGINIsabella's POV:I lifted the skirt of my wedding dress and reached under the layers of lace.I drew the gun from the holster strapped to my thigh so fast Luca never saw it coming.I raised it, aimed at his wrist, and pulled the trigger.The shot exploded through the conservatory. Luca's gun flew out of his hand, and he stumbled back into a row of chairs, knocking them over.The guests screamed and backed away as the bodyguards swarmed in."Nobody move."I held the gun steady. I didn't raise my voice, but the whole room went silent. "Make no mistake. I'm protecting my husband."I'm not going to stand here and watch someone point a gun at him.""Isabella..." Luca was breathing hard. "You actually... shot me?""Yes. You're the one who said I ran off with this man."I took two steps forward, my gun hanging at my side. "You called our unborn baby a bastard. You wanted to divorce me and expected me to give up everything, all to make room for your precious Sofia."And now that I'm treating yo
Isabella's POV:I stared at my reflection in my wedding dress, dazed, as if I'd stepped into someone else's life.Ricardo leaned against the doorframe, his black tux showing off his broad shoulders."You know," he said softly, "I've waited a long time for this day."He came over and wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin in the curve of my shoulder."When you were sixteen, you wore a red dress. You were like a spark that set my dull, lifeless world on fire. I knew right then I was a goner."But I was the Costa family's dirty little secret. An illegitimate son who wasn't even allowed near you."I turned around to look at him."Then you set your heart on marrying Luca."He lowered his eyes and pressed a long kiss to my neck. "And my family needed a spy inside the Moretti family. It was a suicide mission, but all I wanted was to be near you."My chest tightened."I figured if I died there, that would be fine too."He looked up, his eyes fixed on my face.My throat ached.
Luca's POV:"Luca! You're finally awake!"Sofia's face hovered over mine, her mascara smeared. She grabbed my hand and pressed it to her cheek, tears streaming down her face.For a whole month after they fished me out of the sea, I didn't say a single word.Pneumonia, typhoid fever, and crushing grief had left me living like a zombie for the past month.I didn't know what had finally pulled me out of my isolation.Maybe it was the need to settle things once and for all."Sofia. You told Father, didn't you?"Sofia's sobs caught in her throat. "What did you say?""That morning."I tried to push myself upright, but the pain in my ribs nearly sent me toppling back. "When Isabella left, you were the one who told Father to intercept her. Isn't that right?"Sofia's face froze for just a moment, then the tears came again."Luca, what are you talking about? Are you still out of it? Isabella's the one who ran off with—"I wrapped my left hand around her throat.Not hard, but hard enough to make
Isabella's POV:Three weeks later, I was discharged from the hospital.The meeting with the Costa family was set for an exclusive private retreat.With my arm through my father's, I walked into the spacious drawing room.There was a faint scent of cigar smoke in the air, mixed with something cool and woody."Isabella."A man's voice.It was low and compelling, rough as if he were recovering from a serious illness, yet full of authority.I looked up.In that instant, my breath caught.The man standing at the floor-to-ceiling window was slowly turning around.It was Ricardo Costa.The man in the photo Luca had thrown at me as proof of my supposed betrayal. The man who was supposed to be dead.Today he wore an impeccably tailored black suit, no tie.His shirt collar was open, showing a deep old scar across his collarbone.He was tall and broad-shouldered, his face still a little pale. There was something dangerous about him, like a drawn blade, and I couldn't look away."You really don't
Luca's POV:Sofia sat on the couch with a thick wedding dress catalog, chattering away in my ear like a parrot.I didn't hear a word of it. I was too on edge.I'd called 17 times already.Isabella hadn't picked up once.Surely she wasn't giving me the silent treatment over that unpleasant call this morning.At the time, Sofia was about to have her bandages changed, and she was shaking all over from the pain.I didn't understand why Isabella had to call and make trouble right at that moment.I'd sworn to her with a gun pressed against my chest. I wasn't really leaving her. She was carrying our baby.Once we'd gotten past all this, I'd bring her home myself.She was my wife. That was never going to change.But now she wouldn't even answer my calls!Was she really going to make me go to the estate in Sicily first thing tomorrow and apologize?I tossed my phone aside, irritated."Luca?"Sofia leaned over and waved a hand in front of my face. "Are you even listening to me?""Sorry, I've got
Isabella's POV:I forced my eyes open and waited for the blur to come into focus.The memory of that horrible shootout felt like a nightmare, but the stabbing pain in my shoulder reminded me of one thing.It wasn't a dream. It was over."Isa! My baby, you're finally awake!"My mother's voice was thick with tears. Her hug made my wound hurt even worse.But I held on to the pain, because it meant I was still alive.I was in a hospital room, my parents at my bedside.My brother, Tomas Romano, was there too, standing by the window, his eyes red.When he saw I was awake, he immediately pressed the call button for the doctor."It's okay now, Isa."My mother stroked my hair, her tears falling on the back of my hand. "We got you back. Damn that Luca. How dare he do this to you!"My father was grinding his teeth, his face twisted with rage."I'll make the Moretti family pay for this, every one of those old bastards and their little brats!"I remembered the icy water, the suffocating dark, and t







