LOGINHenson stared at me in disbelief, fear flashing across his eyes. "Murder? Aurelia, did you call the cops?"I did not answer and only watched as he was dragged away.In truth, I had not called the police, but Vincenzo's influence reached deep into every department, and he had his own way of handling things.Henson turned back desperately as he was dragged out of the chapel, his voice breaking apart. "Aurelia! I didn't kill her! I just... I just wanted her to pay the price! You have to believe me!"His voice faded with distance until it disappeared beyond the chapel doors.I knew that might be the last time I ever saw him.The guests whispered among themselves, but the noise quickly died down.On Moretti's territory, no one dared to speak out of turn."Let's continue the wedding." Vincenzo held my hand and nodded calmly at the priest. His grip was warm and steady, and because of him, I slowly found my peace again."Aurelia Astor, do you take Vincenzo Moretti to be your husband
"Throw him out." I signaled to the bodyguards, my voice terrifyingly calm.I did not want blood to stain my wedding or for Sofia to witness violence. This was supposed to be a beautiful day, a day of new beginnings."No... Aurelia, please..." Henson crawled toward me in pain, grabbing the hem of my wedding dress.He knelt on the ground, pleading desperately, "I was wrong! I know I was wrong... It was all Angelina's scheme. I've dealt with her…"Come back with me, okay?"His voice was choked with tears as he continued, "We'll start over... I'll be good to you, better than before..."His hands trembled as they clutched my dress, his fingernails still stained with blood. I could feel his desperation, but my heart had gone numb."I love you, Aurelia... I've always loved you... I can't live without you..." He clung to my leg desperately.The guests murmured in low voices, some showing expressions of disgust. Sofia hid behind her seat in fear, unable to watch the scene.Henson conti
Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows onto the white marble floor of the Moretti family estate's outdoor chapel, where flowers bloomed in abundance. White roses, lilies, and baby's breath decorated every corner, filling the air with their delicate fragrance.I stood before the priest in an ivory silk wedding gown, holding a bouquet of white roses. This dress had been custom-made for me by Vincenzo himself, with every pearl carefully selected and the lace patterns on the train exquisitely crafted.Vincenzo wore a black tailcoat, his deep blue eyes focused intently on me as if I were the only person in the world. His hand was warm and strong, giving me a sense of security I had never felt before.Sofia sat in the front row wearing a pink dress, holding a flower basket with a radiant smile on her face. She had completely accepted Vincenzo and had even started calling him 'Daddy.'"Aurelia Astor, do you take Vincenzo Moretti to be your husband, for richer or poorer, in
[Aurelia's POV]Warm sunlight shone through sheer curtains and into the room. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection. My honey-colored curls had been carefully styled into soft, elegant waves, and my emerald eyes had regained their old sparkle.I no longer looked like the exhausted woman I once was.The woman in the mirror looked calm and resolute, and there was strength in her gaze."Mommy!" Sofia burst through the door and threw herself into my arms, her little face glowing with excitement. "Uncle Vince said he's taking me horseback riding today, and he said he will buy me a pony!"I hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. "Then you have to behave and be nice to him.""I will!" She planted a loud kiss on my cheek and ran off, bouncing with joy.Watching her joy filled my heart with warmth.This past year at Vincenzo's estate, Sofia and I had slowly healed from our wounds. Nightmares still woke me in the middle of the night at times, but they could no l
"You're right." Henson's voice was eerily calm, like the deadly silence before a storm. He slowly turned, looking down at Angelina, that twisted smile still on his face. He approached her step by step, adding, "I am the one to blame, so I'm going to make things right."A flash of madness flickered in his eyes. "Aurelia was so kind, so gentle. If I truly repent, she'll forgive me. Won't she?"He seemed to be asking Angelina, but also himself."She'll forgive me." He repeated it, his voice growing more certain. "I'll eliminate everyone who ever hurt her, then get on my knees and beg for her forgiveness."He crouched down and gently wiped the blood from Angelina's face with his finger. The gesture was tender, yet absolutely chilling.His voice suddenly turned ice-cold. "As for you... You, your worthless brother, Antonio, and your greedy family will learn what happens when you cross the Costello family."Angelina's face went deathly pale. She shook her head frantically, her voice t
Angelina screamed, "You can't do this! Deep down, you still love me, don't you?"You don't really love Aurelia! Otherwise, why would you believe me? Just forgive me this once! We can start over!"She was pinned to the ground by the bodyguards, struggling desperately with a piercing, shrill voice. Her nails scraped against the carpet, creating a harsh sound, her eyes filled with a wild, frantic hope.She continued to scream, "I know you have feelings for me! All these years, your eyes were always so gentle when we were together!"This statement was like a fuse, completely igniting the last shred of Henson's rationality. He strode toward her, his murderous intent intense.The guards wisely released her and stepped back.Henson approached Angelina, looking down at her with contempt. Then, he struck her with a brutal slap that echoed through the office.The sound was so sharp it made Angelina's entire body violently jerk. Her head whipped to one side, blood seeping from the corner o







