Mag-log inSeven days after my twin sister Bianca suffered cardiac arrest and slipped into a coma, my fiancé Matteo De Luca sat beside her ICU bed, holding her cool hand through the night. “So you were telling the truth.” “If I don’t marry you, you really will die.” “Bianca, wake up, and I’ll marry you immediately.” After his promise, her pulse quickened on the monitor, and Bianca opened her eyes. Everyone called it a miracle. Only then did I learn that Bianca was a Contract Holder, and the man she had been assigned to win was Matteo—the man I had loved for five years and was about to marry. His promise had only stabilized her. According to Bianca, the contract would not be complete until the marriage became legal. That same night, our two mafia families rewrote the wedding plans. The De Luca chapel remained booked. The reception, guest list, and priest stayed the same. My mother placed the De Luca heirloom veil that had been fitted for me on Bianca’s head, my father ordered the lawyers to replace my name on the marriage documents, and Matteo slid my engagement ring onto her finger. They were relieved that Bianca had survived and assumed I could wait. Standing outside her room, I watched Matteo kiss her hand as the system spoke inside my mind. 【Target individual is preparing to marry another Contract Holder.】 【Original task entering failure countdown.】 They did not know I was a Contract Holder too. Bianca and I had received the same task, with the same man as our target. She was awake. Now I was the one marked for erasure.
view moreWhen I opened my eyes again, I was no longer Isabella Caruso.The system gave me a new face, a new name, and a life with no connection to either family. My records identified me as Elena Marlowe, twenty-seven years old, with enough money to disappear wherever I chose.My memories remained.So did the cold beneath the clock tower.I left Chicago that week.Three years later, I owned a small botanical studio in Portland. I lived above the shop, worked without guards outside the door, and answered to no family.The Caruso and De Luca names still appeared in the news. Their alliance had collapsed after my death. Bianca survived, but Matteo never married her. My parents withdrew from public life, while Matteo continued searching for proof that I might still exist.He found me on a rainy afternoon.I was tying ribbon around a box of winter roses when the bell above the door rang.“Give me a moment.”The room went silent.When I looked up, Matteo stood near the entrance.He looked older. Exha
Matteo refused to let anyone take me from his arms.“Check again.”The doctor stood beside the open drawer. “Mr. De Luca, she has been dead for more than forty-eight hours. The baby did not survive either. There is nothing we can do.”Matteo looked down at my hands, still folded over my abdomen.“Our baby?”“I’m sorry.”Matteo gripped the edge of the drawer.“She told me she would die.”His voice broke.“She gave me the place and the time, and I left her there.”My mother entered and collapsed beside me.“Bella, open your eyes. Mommy’s here.”The moment she touched my frozen hand, she began to sob.“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t want you to lose the baby. I only wanted you to stop fighting the wedding.”My father remained near the door, unable to look at me.He had promised compensation, another future, another child—as though any of it could be replaced.My mother turned on him.“Why didn’t you send someone after her?”“You said she was making a scene.”“She was pregnant.”“And you told
No one spoke.The officer opened the sealed envelope and placed my phone, identification, and preliminary report on the front pew.My father stepped forward.“These can be forged.”“Documents can,” the officer said. “Fingerprints cannot. We matched them with Ms. Caruso’s medical records and the police database. The body was found near Northwestern’s old clock tower, and the estimated time of death matches when she disappeared.”Matteo remained at the altar.“Records can be altered.”Enzo entered through the chapel doors, his expression grim.“Don, it’s confirmed. The police call, the body, the fingerprints—everything.”The ring was still caught at Bianca’s knuckle. The priest closed his book.My mother rose abruptly.“No. Bring her here.”“Her body is at the Cook County Medical Examiner’s Office,” the officer said. “Your family was contacted twice.”“She isn’t dead. She’s angry. She wants to stop the wedding.”The medical examiner’s representative opened his file.“Ms. Caruso died from
By the morning of the wedding, security around the De Luca chapel had doubled.My mother checked the guest list herself and stationed Caruso men at every entrance. Her orders were clear: if I appeared, I was not to be allowed near Bianca.Matteo overheard her.“If Isabella comes, don’t hurt her.”“She had someone impersonate the police and report her death,” my mother said. “How far are you going to let this go?”“Keep her outside. Nothing more.”He entered the chapel and checked his phone. None of his messages to me had been read.Enzo approached through the side aisle.“The police call was real. Cook County received a body registered under Isabella Caruso’s name.”Matteo’s expression tightened.“Registered under her name doesn’t prove it’s her.”“Her documents and fingerprints match. They still need a relative to identify her.”“Records can be altered.”“They want someone there before noon.”Matteo looked toward the altar, where the priest and staff were preparing for the ceremony.“






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