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Chapter 2

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The process of dying was long and agonizing.

But being dead felt surprisingly light.

Once I became a corpse, my soul drifted upward, untethered.

On the other side of the city, my three brothers and Lorenzo were escorting Isabella back to the estate.

Isabella was draped in Lorenzo’s suit jacket, a look of pure innocence on her face.

"The sun isn't even up yet. If it weren't for Elena’s wedding today, I wouldn't let you guys leave me so soon."

The man who was supposed to swear his life to me in a church just a few hours from now was currently stroking Isabella’s hair, his eyes full of affection.

"Alright, alright, we’re the ones at fault. After the wedding is over, I’ll take you to Sicily for a vacation, okay? Anywhere you want to go."

Watching this, I felt as if an invisible hand had violently crushed my heart.

Even as a ghost, the sharp pain of being discarded was terrifyingly real.

The luxury cars rolled slowly through the iron gates of the Falcone compound.

As soon as they entered the grand foyer, the brothers saw the house was packed with people.

The family’s personal stylists, wedding dress designers flown in from Paris, and the bridesmaids were all there, waiting.

Everyone was looking at each other in confusion—because the bride was missing.

Luca, the eldest, frowned. His face, a mask of command and authority, tightened with irritation.

"Where the hell is Elena? Look at the time. Why hasn't she started her makeup yet?"

The old butler stepped forward, trembling as he removed his hat.

"Master Luca... the young mistress didn't return last night. We haven't been able to reach her, and—"

Lorenzo’s face darkened instantly. He pulled out his phone and dialed my number.

The ringtone echoed through the void over and over.

It rang until it timed out. No answer.

After several failed attempts, Lorenzo slammed his phone onto the sofa, his jaw clenched in rage.

Isabella’s eyes welled up immediately, her tears falling like broken pearls.

"It’s all my fault. Elena must be angry with me. She blames me for taking up your time last night..."

Dante, the third brother and the family’s most hot-headed enforcer, gently patted Isabella’s back.

"It’s not your fault. Elena is just being a brat."

Dante turned, roaring at Luca and Lorenzo:

"We’ve spoiled her too much! We’ve let her forget her place. This is a family alliance, a merger between two dynasties, and she just disappears?"

"We just took Isabella to see the ocean. It’s not like we ruined the wedding. Does she really need to pull a vanishing act over this? Isabella is her sister—can she really not stand to share the spotlight for one night?"

Lorenzo said nothing, his eyes fixed on his phone screen as if he wanted to burn a hole through it.

A moment later, his fingers flew across the screen as he sent me a text.

“Since you want to play games and don't give a damn about family interests, the wedding is canceled.”

After sending the message, Lorenzo looked up and spoke coldly to everyone in the hall.

"Everyone out. Tell the Caruso elders the wedding is postponed."

I hovered near the crystal chandelier, taking it all in.

I was "spoiled"? I "didn't care about family interests"?

What a sick joke.

Just then, Luca’s private encrypted cell phone rang. It was a number known only to high-ranking police officials and major business partners.

The moment he answered, Luca’s face went deathly pale. The hand holding the phone began to shake.

The voice of the NYPD Major Crimes Captain came through the receiver:

"Mr. Falcone, we found a female body in an abandoned meatpacking plant on the outskirts of the city."

"Based on items found at the scene and preliminary DNA, the victim is likely your sister, Miss Elena Falcone."

"The deceased suffered... extreme, brutal torture before she died. We need you to come to the morgue for identification immediately."
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    The funeral preparations were made in a silence so heavy it felt like lead. The Falcone estate was draped in black crepe.The family didn't put out a formal notice, but the street knew. Mob bosses and Made Men came by in a steady stream, all of them sensing the suffocating tension inside the house.My parents had collapsed from grief so many times they were upstairs on IV drips.In the living room, Isabella wore an expensive, custom black gown with a white flower pinned to her chest.She was crying "crocodile tears," her eyes puffy and red. She looked more heartbroken than anyone.She played the part perfectly, handing water to Lorenzo, who was kneeling at the altar, and whispering comforts to my shattered brothers."It had to be the Russians... the Ivanovs," Isabella sobbed, her voice trembling with just the right amount of fear and rage."They knew the wedding was yesterday. They wanted to humiliate the Falcones. They wanted to break the Caruso alliance. Oh, poor Elena... she was jus

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    The lead detective held up a blood-stained engagement ring. It was a Caruso family heirloom, now encrusted with dried blood and filth."Mr. Caruso, we aren't playing games.""We found this ring at the crime scene."That diamond ring, tucked inside a clear evidence bag, flickered with a haunting light under the harsh, cold lamps of the Caruso penthouse.It was the stone Lorenzo had flown to South Africa for six months ago, hand-picking the most perfect diamond out of thousands. Inside the band, our initials were engraved: L & E.Now, it was encrusted with dried, blackened blood.The detective’s voice was flat, like he was reading off a grocery list."The victim’s face was unrecognizable. This was the only personal item found on her. Forensics confirmed it belongs to Miss Elena Falcone."The words hit Lorenzo like a sledgehammer to the chest.Lorenzo’s face went ghost-white. Even his lips lost their color."Impossible... this has to be a fake.""Which crew sent you? Is this a joke? The R

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    Lorenzo carried the unconscious Isabella into his downtown penthouse, speeding the whole way.After settling her into the guest room, he loosened his tie, but his eyes instinctively began searching the empty apartment.We’d been together for five years; I knew exactly what he was looking for.He was looking for the glass of whiskey I’d have waiting for him every night. He was looking for the steaming hot bath I’d have drawn. He was looking for the woman who always kept a light on for him, no matter how late it got.I hovered by the crystal chandelier, watching him pace irritably through the rooms, finding nothing but cold, expensive furniture.A moment later, he pulled out his phone and stared at our empty chat log.It was pathetic.Now he remembers me?Or maybe this is just the way men like him work. Now that there’s no one to play maid and waitress, no fiancé at his beck and call, he finally realizes something is missing.Lorenzo hesitated for a long time before making a decision. Hi

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