LOGINElara stared at him in sheer disbelief."She's about to marry Dante Moretti. Why are you giving her such an extravagant gift? Its market value right now…""She deserves it." Vittorio tossed out three words and walked out without a backward glance. Elara hurried after him. "Where are you going?""I have an appointment. Get yourself home.""…"Elara was left standing in the cold, abandoned by Vittorio. Her body was still aching terribly, making it impossible for her to keep up with his long strides. In the end, she had no choice but to hail a cab back to her own apartment.But she was not as gentle and accommodating as Isabella. Before 9:00 PM, she had already started bombarding Vittorio's phone, call after call. Vittorio didn't answer. Thus, she dialed frantically, sending text after text. Isabella might have been naive and easy to manipulate, but Elara wasn't. She truly couldn't fathom what kind of spell Isabella had used on him. Before, it had never seemed like he was deeply in lov
"Suit yourself." I hung up the phone and sent him every single screenshot of the chat logs Elara had sent me that night. Each screenshot was like a brutal slap, striking him without mercy. Vittorio was rendered completely speechless. His eyes were nothing but a bloodshot, agonizing red. Yet, I was expressionless and simply held out my hand toward him. "When will you give me the pendant? Serena said you refused to give it to her."Then, I cut off any escape route he might have had. "Just FedEx it to me." "Isabella…"His voice was hoarse, his gaze practically begging. "Can't you give me one more chance? Just once.""Vittorio De Luca."I blinked, my tone even. "We’re done." Vittorio almost fled in shame. Every single word in those screenshots had stripped him of his pride, leaving him unable to lift his head in front of me.The moment his private jet landed, Vittorio went straight to Elara's apartment. Hearing the commotion, Elara stumbled out of her bedroom, rubbing her sleepy ey
When I returned home, my mother was almost glued to my side. She accompanied me through every single detail of the wedding preparations. In her words, since a wedding only happened once in a lifetime, it absolutely had to meet my complete satisfaction.One day, Dante Moretti, paid a visit to our home, accompanied by his parents. They brought an array of extravagant gifts. Dante’s mother slipped a flawless, jade-green bangle onto my wrist."I can't wait for you to join our family so you can keep Dante in line for me." She continued to tease. "He has been cold and detached lately, he lacks any warmth."Hearing this, a blush crept onto my cheeks. I instinctively glanced toward Dante. As expected, Dante wore the same aloof, unbothered expression.I nervously rubbed my palm, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Auntie, Mr. Moretti…"The moment the formal title slipped from my lips, everyone in the room turned to look at me, including Dante Moretti.Dante Moretti’s expression was unreadable. A faint,
The second he burst through the front door, Vittorio’s heart didn't settle. Instead, it plummeted into a bottomless abyss. The penthouse was terrifyingly empty. It was spotless, sterile, and felt exactly like a high-end property waiting for a new owner. There wasn't a single trace of Isabella left. The photo wall that she used to cherish so much was completely bare.Vittorio walked stiffly toward her bedroom, which was even emptier than the living room. There wasn't a single strand of her hair left behind. It felt as though a vital piece of his heart had been violently carved out. Clutching at the last frayed thread of hope, he threw open the wardrobe and emptied every drawer in the bedroom and the bathroom…Suddenly, Vittorio realized he had completely misunderstood Isabella. She had always been so sensible that even she made sure not to leave a single trace behind before leaving him forever.He stumbled out of the bedroom in a daze. It wasn't until he passed the dining room that he f
The next morning, Serena got out of bed and directly dialed Vittorio. Having been hounded about work for days, Vittorio was in no mood to be polite."It's the weekend. Even if you have me sign documents, can't you wait until Monday?" Serena didn't beat around the bush."Where are you?"There was a brief silence on the other end of the line.Unable to hold back, Serena pressed."Still playing nurse to Elara? You've been with Isabella for all these years, don’t you care about her at all?”"Serena Russo, I always thought you were reasonable. Why are you acting as willful as Isabella now?" Vittorio rebuked. "Our relationship is perfectly fine. Just mind your own business."Hearing this, Serena actually sneered. "Perfectly fine? Are you sure? Do you even know where she is right now?" A flash of indignation bled into her tone, defending her friend. Everyone knew exactly how much Isabella had sacrificed to stand by his side over the years. Now that their business was finally thriving, Vitt
Vittorio received the message just as he had finally coaxed his childhood sweetheart back to sleep. At the first chime of his phone, his brow furrowed, terrified that the sound would wake Elara. Still, when he saw the caller ID, he picked up the phone as quietly as possible.[Vittorio, we break up.]He walked out onto the balcony and immediately dialed me. But there wasn't even a dial tone. He felt a violent lurch in his heart. A wave of panic, sharp and suffocating, began to spread wildly through his chest. He felt as though he was about to lose something of immeasurable importance. But, he didn't dare think too deeply. Driven by urgency and near-panic, he turned and bolted toward the door."Vittorio!"Just as he reached the foyer, Elara's frail voice stopped him. Turning back, he saw her deathly pale face."Where are you going? Are you going to leave me all alone?"Vittorio and Elara were truly childhood sweethearts. They had grown up living right across the hall from each other, wal
My heart skipped a beat. I hung up the phone instantly. "You're back from your trip?"Vittorio avoided my gaze, clearly guilty. Then, he glanced at the wedding dress draped over the sofa. His brow furrowed in annoyance. "Isabella, I told you I have no mind for a wedding right now. Can you stop pus
I pushed the door open and found Elara sitting right on Vittorio's lap. She shot me a smug glance. "Oh, Isabella is here." Vittorio jolted back immediately, keeping a clear distance from her. He looked up at me in a panic. I spoke in a flat, emotionless tone and passed the folder right in front o
Seeing me step out of Vittorio’s office, Elara stood up from her desk at the entrance. She wore a dazzling smile. "Isabella, why do you look so pale? Did you quarrel with Vittorio?" I didn’t even want to talk to her and just brushed past her, intending to leave."Isabella!"Elara called out to me,







