FAZER LOGINSoon, the convoy arrived at the magnificent St. Patrick's Cathedral. It was time for the ceremony to begin.Zia rushed in, running on her high heels, her hair a mess from the wind.She pulled me into a hug and pressed a shockingly thick, red velvet gift box into my hand.She complained in a huff, "It was the strangest thing. My car from the airport seemed cursed today. We circled three blocks and couldn't get here. I almost missed it!"I didn't think much of it, just figured it was the downtown morning rush.I had the butler show her to the family seating area, then gathered my skirt and slowly ascended the steps to the end of the aisle, which was covered in white roses.But from the moment I stepped under the Gothic dome, a vague sense of unease began to thrum in my chest.Just as the priest solemnly announced the exchange of rings, the heavy oak doors of the cathedral were violently thrown open, accompanied by a man's heart-wrenching roar:"I object!""Stop! I object to this wedding!
My mother walked in with a tray of delicate Italian pastries and frowned when she saw me staring at the screen."What is it? What news has made you look so pale?"I shook my head, put the phone face down, and didn't reply to Blair.I didn't believe a word she said, and I didn't want the past to cling to me for a second longer.As soon as the wedding was over, I would have the Consigliere get me a new set of encrypted numbers.After all these years, I didn't have many real friends left anyway. A new number would save me a mountain of trouble.I had just taken a bite of a toasted brioche when the doorbell at the estate entrance rang.My mother glanced at the security monitor, puzzled. "Who could it be this early? Isn't Lorenzo's family convoy still on its way?"A few minutes later, a personal attendant respectfully brought in a cup of hot coffee."Which of the staff brought in takeout?"My mother casually picked up the cup and glanced at it."Olivia, did you ask someone to buy you coffee
Afraid of worrying my parents, I picked up the phone with a blank expression, turned back to my bedroom, and closed the door before answering."Olivia, what the hell do you think you're doing in a wedding dress?! Who gave you permission to dress like that?! Where are you? Who's with you?!""I told you to get back to the villa, are you deaf?! I canceled my evening meetings and I've been waiting for you! Don't test my patience, Olivia. Not after everything I've done for you."I took a deep breath, forcing down the roiling emotions in my chest."Ryder, do you really think you're God, in control of everything? I am an adult with my own free will. My comings and goings are my business alone. I said we're over. Which part of 'we're over' don't you understand?""What I wear, and who I wear it for, does that have anything to do with you anymore? If you harass me again, the next person who calls you won't be so polite.""And another thing. That was never my home. It was yours."Before he could
After I took off the elaborate custom-made gown, my father considered for a moment before finally speaking."You should meet Lorenzo tonight. The wedding is tomorrow. It's not right that you two haven't met."I hesitated for two seconds, then shook my head."There's no need. I trust your judgment, Papà. I trust the man you've chosen."My mother, always the most perceptive, immediately saw the sadness hidden in my eyes. She shot my father a look, signaling him not to press the matter.On the way back to the estate, my aunt's call suddenly came through."Olivia, you didn't tell Ryder you were coming home, did you? Why doesn't that boy seem the least bit concerned?""I just ran into him at my favorite high-end restaurant. He was escorting that bitch Blair to a table! If my bodyguards hadn't held me back, the blade in my hand would have already carved up her face!"No wonder my phone had been so quiet for the past few hours. He was busy consoling Blair in a fancy restaurant.I lowered my g
I lifted my head and nodded earnestly."I'm not that same reckless little girl anymore. I won't cry so easily. This marriage is my responsibility, and I trust your judgment, Papà, Mamma."Seeing I had no resistance to the family's arrangement, my parents' tense shoulders visibly relaxed."Good, that's good. We were worried that you and that boy... Forget it, let's not talk about him. Have you tied up all your loose ends? Zia can handle the rest. You need to stay out of sight until the wedding."The name "Ryder" was never spoken, but my eyes still flickered against my will."Yes, I've cut all ties. Zia sends her regards. She said she'll fly in for the ceremony after she oversees arrangements tonight."As I finished, my father gestured for his men to open the car door, ready to take me back to the estate.Just then, the phone in my pocket vibrated abruptly.The caller ID was an unknown number, but I knew that string of digits all too well.It was the main line for Ryder's company recepti
How long had it been since he'd been this concerned about me?Three years? Four? Maybe longer.We used to be the kind of lovers who were inseparable, tangled up in each other wherever we went.Often, he didn't even need me to speak. A single glance was enough for him to know what I wanted.Perhaps it was this almost instinctual reliance I had on him that made him so certain I would never leave.Certain I would always stay quietly in that villa, that I would never have another choice.That was why he dared to so brazenly push me aside and thrust another woman into the spotlight.It was as if he'd forgotten I was flesh and blood, that I could be hurt, that I could suffocate, that my heart could turn to ice.I glanced at the screen full of missed calls, then moved my thumb and blocked all of his numbers and accounts.As I was about to clear out his social media, I noticed he had changed his profile picture at some point.The photo of our intertwined fingers, one I had taken casually seven







