LOGINShe signed the divorce papers. He never signed away his obsession. Betrayed by her billionaire husband and replaced by her best friend, Veronica Stanford makes a desperate deal with mafia heir Monte "Four" Zagcanni: a fake marriage to hide her pregnancy. But their arrangement ignites into dangerous passion—just as her ex-husband returns, demanding his wife and the son he never knew existed. Now caught between the man who destroyed her and the devil who owns her, Veronica must choose: forgiveness or revenge.
View MoreFour's POVI stared at my phone after Dominic Torres hung up. He had gotten my letter. He wanted to talk. My half-brother, the sibling I never knew existed, was real and willing to engage. The knowledge sat heavily in my chest."What did he say?" Veronica asked from where she stood in the kitchen doorway."He wants to meet. Next weekend if I can make it to Portland.""Are you going?""I have to," I said. "He deserves answers and I need to see if he is real. If this is not some elaborate scam or mistake."I flew to Portland the following Saturday. Alone because this felt like something I needed to do without distraction. Dominic had suggested meeting at a coffee shop near his house. Neutral territory. Public but quiet enough for a difficult conversation.I arrived fifteen minutes early and sat in my rental car t
Chapter 217Veronica's POVThe film offered sat between us like a third person in our bedroom. Four had been pacing for twenty minutes while I sat on the bed watching him process. Our lives turned into entertainment. Our trauma was displayed for millions. The idea was overwhelming and terrifying and somehow inevitable."What do you think?" Four asked finally, stopping in front of me."I think it is your story to tell," I said carefully. "But it is also my story. And Monte's story. We all get a say in this.""The kids," Four said, sitting down heavily beside me. "How do we explain this to them?""Honestly and age-appropriately like we do everything else."We gathered the family that weekend for a discussion. Monte was ten now, tall and serious with Four's dark eyes. Sophia was eight, still fearless and opinionated. Manuel was eighteen mont
Chapter 216Four's POVWriting the memoir was harder than I expected. I thought I had processed everything through therapy and time but putting it into words on a page opened wounds I did not know still existed. My childhood was under my father's fists. Watching my mother waste away. Learning to be cruel because cruelty was currency in that world.I hired a ghostwriter named Sarah Chen, a woman in her fifties who specialised in memoirs about trauma and recovery. She asked questions I did not want to answer. Pushed me to go deeper when I wanted to stay surface level. Made me sit with uncomfortable truths instead of glossing over them."Why did you stay in the organisation as long as you did?" she asked during one of our early sessions."Because I did not know there was another option.""But you did know. You saw how normal people lived. You understood that you
Chapter 215Veronica's POVLife with three children was chaos in the best possible way. Our house was never quiet anymore. Someone was always crying or laughing or asking questions or needing something. The laundry multiplied like some kind of evil magic trick. I found Cheerios in places Cheerios should never be. Sleep became a distant memory again.But it was joyful chaos. The kind I had dreamed about during those dark years with Jason when I thought happiness was something that happened to other people.Monte took his role as big brother seriously. He helped with diaper changes even though he wrinkled his nose at the smell. He sang to Manuel when the baby cried. He read him board books with exaggerated voices that made Sophia giggle. At eight years old, Monte was already more nurturing than most adults I knew.Sophia was intensely curious about everything baby Manuel did. Why d
Manuel's POVI stood in Four's hospital room holding a folder I wished I could burn. Veronica looked at me with concern. Four pushed himself more upright in bed despite the pain it caused."What is it, Manuel? Just tell me."I opened the folder and pulled out financial reports. Stock charts showing
Veronica's POVMonte was playing with his toy trucks on the floor of his room when the alarms started screaming. The sound was deafening and immediate. Red lights flashed in the hallway. My son looked up at me with wide terrified eyes."Mama?"I scooped him up before I even processed what was happe
Four's POVThe hospital discharge papers felt like freedom in my hands. Two weeks of forced rest, countless tests, and Dr Chen's stern warnings about not pushing myself too hard. But I was finally going home.Veronica held Mont
Veronica's POVThe manila envelope arrived while Four was sleeping. A nurse handed it to me with a smile, assuming it was getwell cards or hospital paperwork. I thanked her and set it on the chair beside Monte, not thinking much about it.&n
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