ログインDeep autumn in New York. The maple leaves were as red as blood.The bells of St. Patrick's Cathedral rang out, startling a flock of white doves in the square.This place was the start of my nightmare in my past life, and the end of that ridiculous engagement party.But today, I chose this place to put a period on the wedding of Julian and me.There was no suffocating Mafia pomp, no fully armed bodyguards.The church was full of my friends from medical school, colleagues from charities, and volunteer doctors who had flown in specially from the border.I wore a simple white veil, holding Julian's arm as we walked down the long red carpet.Sunlight spilled onto the altar through the stained glass. Everything seemed so peaceful and holy.The vows, the exchange of rings, the kiss.The ceremony was complete.When Julian and I walked out of the church and got into the convertible covered in flowers, the sunset had already dyed the horizon red.The car drove onto the interstate highway leading
"That day in the pit, I was even prepared to die. Sophia, I saved you. Just like I saved you in the ocean in our past life. This time, I didn't die. That means we still have a future..."Watching his self-righteous display of emotion, I felt not a ripple of movement in my heart, only a wave of nausea.I slowly leaned down, bringing my lips close to his ear."Dante, do you think you're great? Do you think that just because you died like a hero, or almost died like this, I should be weeping with gratitude and wipe away ten years of torture?"His pupils constricted sharply, and his lips trembled."I just wanted to make it up to you...""Make it up?"I interrupted him, my eyes cold as ice."Do you know what happened after you died in your past life?"Dante froze. In his memory, the end of his life was the tragic, heroic curtain call of his love story."You died quickly enough. But what did you leave for me?" I said, enunciating every word."Your loyal dogs accused me of being a Black Widow
Gravel and debris quickly buried my lower body."Sophia!"The two men closest to me went pale at the same time."Don't come over! It's a chain trap!" I screamed.Julian reacted fast, quickly uncoiling his climbing rope to find an anchor point.But just then, the crumbling half of a load-bearing wall above my head, shaken by the earlier movement, snapped completely. Tons of concrete blocks and exposed rebar came crashing down right on top of me!It was Death's door."Sophia!"A shadow moved faster than Julian's rope. It was Dante.The man who once had nothing but cold words for me because of Elena exploded with a near-suicidal instinct in that split second.He threw himself forward without hesitation. A second before the rebar hit, he used his back and arms to create a human shield over the narrow pit.Crack—It was the sound of bones shattering. I could feel hot liquid dripping onto my cheek, carrying the strong metallic tang of rust.Dante let out a suppressed, agonizing roar. His mus
When Dante found me in that underground clinic reeking of disinfectant and cordite, I had just finished stitching up a civilian hit by gang crossfire.I didn't plan on acknowledging him. In this lawless place, every ounce of energy was vital.But he stood there like a ghost lost in the wilderness, eyes bloodshot, blocking my path.Then, he carefully opened his hand to reveal the emerald pendant."Sophia, I'm sorry."His voice was hoarse, like it had been ground over sandpaper, and his eyes were rimmed with red."I found out... the whole truth. Elena and her greedy mother have paid the price.""Look, your mother's necklace. I had it restored. I hired the best craftsmen in New York..."I calmly pulled my hand back and looked at him."Dante."I spoke slowly, my tone completely flat."You didn't do anything wrong, and neither did I.""It's just that we..."I paused, letting every word stab precisely into his heart."...we can't go back. The necklace is fixed, but a blade that’s drawn blood
Elena's face, pure as a lily, flashed through his mind, along with the words she had whispered in his arms countless times:"Dante, I only have you. Sophia always looks at me like that, as if I stole something from her..."It turned out, she wasn't innocent at all.And I was the real victim of this farce.He remembered the gala, how my eyes looked dead and silent when he mocked my mother's death.He wanted to put a bullet in his own head.Dante rushed back to the Moretti Manor like a madman.He found Elena sitting on the genuine leather sofa—my favorite spot—laughing triumphantly into the phone:"Mom, the plan worked. That stupid woman went to the border to die. Everything the Moretti family owns, and that stupid man, belongs to me now..."Dante charged at her, his eyes bloodshot, and gripped her shoulder so hard he nearly crushed her bones."Why! Why did you kill Sophia's mother!"The color drained from Elena's face instantly. She looked at the file in Dante's hand, her voice shaking.
My father—Don Moretti—looked at the stunned Dante from the stage, his lips curling into a cruel, mocking smile."What's wrong, Dante? Isn't this what you've always dreamed of?"Father's voice echoed through the silent cathedral."You've always looked down on the 'filth' of the Moretti family. You felt Sophia stained your noble soul with her status and money. So, she decided to let you have your way.""She has already gone to the Mexican border. From now on, you and your 'little angel' Elena are a match made in heaven, witnessed by God himself. Without the Moretti engagement holding you hostage, you should feel free.""What did you say?"Dante's voice cracked instantly. He took a sharp step forward, the blood draining from his usually cold face, replaced for the first time by a look of near-mad panic."She went to the border? That lawless hellhole crawling with cartels and mercenaries? When did she leave! Why didn't anyone tell me!"He stared at my father like a trapped beast, every wor







