로그인He actually dropped to his knees."Aria, I was wrong." He looked up. Tears washed over his sunken cheeks."I was played! Aria, that kid wasn't mine. Nico is a bastard!" He cried out. His voice was wrecked with regret. "I dealt with Bianca. I took everything and threw her in a Brooklyn whorehouse. She'll spend the rest of her life paying for her sins in hell."He reached out, shaking. He tried to touch my skirt, but stopped mid-air."Come back to New York with me? Let's start over." He begged. "I'll give you the whole family. My money, my life, it's all yours. Just look at me again, Aria, please."I looked down at him.Watched him cry. Watched him break.But sadly, I didn't even feel the thrill of revenge.Too late.Everything he offered meant absolutely nothing to me now.I looked him dead in the eye.I raised my hand. I slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt.The fabric parted. It revealed the hideous, dark red scar over my heart.A jagged, ugly slash across my heart.Cassi
Cassian’s POVRight before dawn. Marco rushed in with a sealed folder.His hands were shaking so hard he couldn't tear it open."Read it." I stared at him. Zero emotion in my voice."It's a negative." Marco's voice broke. "Don. Nico... isn't your kid. He doesn't even have Italian blood. He's the bastard of some grunt from the Lucchese family!"Time stopped.I sat on the couch, frozen.Five years.For five whole years. For this fake heir. I carved out my life for a bitch and a bastard.To protect this fake bloodline, I left my only wife in the dark. Tortured for five years.Bianca collapsed on the floor. Her torn dress soaked in her tears. She looked up at me, lips quivering."Cassian. I can explain... I...""Explain?" I suddenly laughed.It sounded alien to me. Sickening. Like something crawling out of hell."Explain what? How you used a rival grunt's bastard to play me for five years?""No, Cassian, please, listen to me...""Because of your lies," I walked toward her. My boots crunche
Cassian’s POV"Call everyone in." I got back to the penthouse. My voice was completely raw.My Capos and guards didn't waste a second. Within half an hour, my top men packed the room."Track Aria's flights. Her hotels. Her cards." I threw my soaked suit jacket on the floor. "I want to know her country. Her city. What bed she's sleeping in right now.""Yes, Don."Marco, my intel boss, already had his laptop open. Fingers flying across the keys.I sat on the couch. I stared at that cold coffee. I didn't dare move.Half an hour later.Marco looked up. Pale as a ghost."Don. We can't find her.""What do you mean you can't find her?!" I flipped the coffee table. Glass shattered across the floor."She used a fake ID." Marco was trembling. "All her bank cards were deactivated at 2:50 PM. Ten minutes before boarding. Phone wiped. That Reykjavik ticket was a decoy! Or she used a top-tier black-market passport. Nothing in Iceland matches her!"She planned everything.It wasn't an impulse. It was
Cassian’s POV"No family left."Those words gutted me.I stared at the divorce papers.The last page. Aria's signature was sharp. Not a single trace of hesitation.She didn't want a single dime. She just walked away."No." I snarled.I shoved the doctor aside. I stumbled out of the clinic.The sunlight blinded me. I threw myself into the driver's seat.I pulled out my phone. My hands shook too much to grip the wheel.I dialed the number I knew by heart."Sorry, the number you have dialed is out of service."The robotic voice echoed in the car.Out of service. She canceled it.She cut all ties.I smashed my phone against the passenger seat. I sped back to the penthouse. Our home."Aria!" I roared her name.Nothing.I ran into the master bedroom. I threw open the closet doors.Empty.Her custom dresses were gone.Her jewelry, gone. Even her precious design sketches in the study. All cleared out.This massive apartment didn't have a trace of her left.She erased herself completely.My leg
Cassian’s POV"What did you say?"The voice didn't even sound like mine.Over the phone, my assistant's voice shook. "The Donna was three months pregnant. She just aborted the baby. She went through it alone."Thud.The velvet box slipped from my fingers.The priceless pigeon-blood ruby ring rolled away. Right into the white roses.Dead silence fell over the lawn."Cassian, what's wrong?" Bianca walked over. She frantically hiked up her couture wedding dress.She reached out to grab my arm.Her hand reeked of heavy gardenia perfume. The second it touched me, I lost it."Get the fuck off me!"I shoved her hard.She stumbled and hit the dirt.Mud instantly ruined the expensive white silk."Shut your mouth!"Five years of playing the gentle lover. Gone.Not a single mobster or guest in the crowd dared to step forward.I pressed the phone to my ear. I saw red."Where is she?! Put Evans on the phone!""She's gone. We can't reach her."Gone.Panic gripped my throat.She just had surgery. She
Cassian never even glanced at the paper. To him, I was just a pet who would never leave.After signing, he grabbed his phone. His finger slipped. An unread voice memo blasted through the quiet penthouse. "Daddy! Hurry up! Mommy put on her white dress. We're waiting to take wedding pictures!" The crisp voice of a five-year-old boy echoed in the air.Cassian's hand jerked. But in a split second, he locked the screen and looked at me with helpless amusement. "That's Nico. The old butler's grandson. Little troublemaker calls everyone that."A flawless lie. He didn't skip a beat. "I gotta go. Big mess at the docks. Be a good girl and wait for me." He hurried out the door.Day three. 9:00 AM. I sat in Dr. Evans's secret clinic. In front of me was the Consent for Termination of High-Risk Pregnancy."Aria, are you absolutely sure?" Evans handed me a pen. "Once you sign this, there is no turning back."I was about to take the pen when my phone buzzed. A text from Bianca.[Aria, last ni







