INICIAR SESIÓNMy twin sister, Sofia, and I looked identical. People always chose her first. She was soft-spoken, graceful, and easy to protect. I was direct, persistent, and never very good at softening the truth. Three years ago, gunfire erupted at Pier 19 as I was heading to a yacht party. I found Dante Caruso, underboss to New York's most feared crime families, bleeding behind a stack of shipping crates. I tore the hem from my red dress to bind his wound, then ran for help. When I returned, Sofia was kneeling beside him with the family doctor. "Did you save me?" Dante asked. Sofia lowered her lashes. "You're safe. That's all that matters." He believed she was his rescuer. When I told the truth, my parents said I was trying to steal Sofia's moment. Our families were bound by a marriage agreement. Believing Sofia was his rescuer, Dante chose her. Then someone drugged his champagne at the alliance gala. The next morning, we woke up in the same bed with no clear memory of the night, and rival photographers waited in the hall. Caruso honor left him one choice. He married me, and Sofia married his sickly younger brother. On our wedding night, Dante said, "This wasn't your fault. Since you’re marrying me, I'll protect you and give you every respect you're owed." I mistook duty for the beginning of love. I did everything I could to be a good wife and a good sister. Then Sofia died when her car went off a rain-slick coastal road. Dante comforted me, then secretly ordered his men to investigate me. "She spent years saying Sofia stole what belonged to her," he said. "Find out how far that resentment went." Seven years of marriage could not outweigh the woman he believed had saved his life. Then fire consumed the Caruso estate. Dante was fatally injured saving me. As he died in my arms, he whispered Sofia's name. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the alliance gala. This time, I would let Dante’s marry his first choice.
Ver másTwo days after the birthday dinner, St. Catherine’s called me in for a formal review.The hospital’s ethics director sat across from me. Dante represented the Caruso Foundation. Nico had submitted his recusal in writing, but he attended at my request.The director opened a file.“Miss Rossi, we received a report alleging that you asked Mr. Nico Caruso to influence the admissions committee.”“I didn’t.”She glanced at Dante.He did not ask Nico to confirm my answer.He did not ask me for evidence.“You heard her,” he said.“We still have to investigate.”“Then investigate the allegation,” Dante replied. “Don’t treat it as fact simply because it came from a donor.”The director folded her hands.“The Caruso Foundation helps fund this program.”“As of today, the foundation will have no involvement in admissions. Its funding will continue regardless of the committee’s decision.”His gaze met mine.“Eva’s application should stand or fail on its own.”A week later, the review was complete.T
I held Sofia’s gaze.“Then say it here.”Her smile tightened.“You’ve always enjoyed making a scene. I’m trying to spare you one.”She turned toward the terrace doors.I followed her outside.The terrace overlooked the gardens behind the Rossi estate. Music drifted through the glass doors, softened by the cold night air.Sofia stopped beside the stone steps.“Tell Dante I didn’t know what you had done for him at Pier 19.”“He already knows what happened.”“He thinks I deceived him.”“You knew he was wrong, and you let him stay wrong.”“I brought the doctor.”“And I kept him alive until you did.”Her mouth tightened.“Then tell him it was a misunderstanding. Tell St. Catherine’s I called because I was concerned about you.”“You tried to make them question my integrity.”“I warned them how your engagement to Nico might look.”“You made sure it looked suspicious.”“I was protecting this family.”“No. You were protecting yourself.”For a moment, neither of us spoke.Then Sofia stepped clos
Dante did not leave me alone.Flowers arrived at my apartment the next morning.I sent them to the hospital across the street.The following day, he called.I let it ring.On the third day, he came himself, carrying a hazelnut latte.I did not let him past the lobby.He held it out to me.“I thought you might like this.”I glanced at the label but did not take it.After a moment, he set it on the lobby table."You said you wanted nothing from me," he said."I meant it.""You used to want everything."It was true in my first life.I had wanted him to come home and have dinner with me. I had wanted him to love me, even a little. And when the whole world believed the worst of me, I had wanted my husband to be the one person who believed me.Yet I had spent seven years teaching myself to want less from him.Now I knew better than to want anything at all.“Not anymore,” I said.The elevator doors opened behind me.Nico stepped out carrying a folder and two coffees.“Black. No sugar.” He han
Dante's fingers loosened around my hand.I pulled free.Nico crossed the courtyard and stopped beside me. He was pale from the cold, but nothing about the way he faced his brother seemed fragile."I asked you a question," he said.Dante ignored him.His eyes stayed on the scar across my palm."You tied that knot."It was no longer a question."So what if it was me?" I asked. "And what if it wasn't?"His jaw tightened."It changes everything.""Not for me."The words landed harder than I expected.In my first life, I had spent years waiting for this moment. I had imagined his apology, his regret, the look on Sofia's face when he finally believed me.Now that it had come, I felt nothing but tired."Why didn't you tell me?" Dante asked.I almost laughed."I did."I had told him until my parents called me obsessed. I had shown him the pendant. I had asked him to remember the red dress and the woman who kept pressure on his wound while bullets struck the shipping containers.He had remember






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