로그인Isabella Rossi has gotten reborn. The moment she opens her eyes, she sees the divorce agreement that her husband, Enzo Caro, has pushed toward her. He spins the ring that symbolizes his status as the Don of the Caro family, his tone so calm that one would think he's discussing today's weather. "Let's get a divorce, Bella. Sofia is pregnant, leaving her with volatile mood swings. I can't bear to see the love of my life suffering this much. Go ahead and ask for any form of compensation you want." Today is their seventh year wedding anniversary. Enzo has gone missing for one whole night, and yet the first thing he brings up is divorce right after he returns to the seaside villa. As Isabella stares at the man whom she had once loved with all her heart, she finds herself starting to space out. After this moment played out in her previous life, Isabella hadn't wasted her breath on Enzo. Instead, she picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table and plunged it into his chest. His blood had sprayed all over her face. With red-rimmed eyes, Isabella demanded in a quivering tone, "If Sofia's your true love, then what about me and my role in these past seven years?" No one won the battle afterward. Isabella had torn up the divorce agreement and spent the next ten years pestering Enzo. When Isabella slapped Sofia, Enzo dragged her into the interrogation room without hesitation and slapped her for a hundred times. When Isabella smashed Sofia's birthday cake, Enzo locked her up in a basement cellar for three days and nights, where a nest of venomous snakes remained her only company throughout that period. There, Isabella had lost her unborn child. Incidents such as those kept happening throughout the years. Enzo, the man who used to shield Isabella from harm, ended up being the same man who'd then torment her to the point of no return for the sake of another woman. In order to back Sofia up, Enzo made sure to cut off the Rossi family from Millbrook's shipping channels, pharmaceutical lines, and several legitimate financial pipelines. With all their paths cut off from them, Isabella's parents had no choice but to commit suicide by shooting themselves in the head. It's all thanks to this wrongly placed love that Isabella lost her family, her pride as the principessa of the Rossis, as well as her bright and vibrant life. This time, she won't go down the same tragic route, that's for sure!
더 보기The morning sunlight fell upon the white stone path outside the estate, and the shadows of the olive trees stretched long and thin.Isabella walked through the open-air corridor, holding the newly signed project documents.The new port, jointly developed by the Rossi and Morelli families, was officially in operation. On top of that, the shipping routes that the Caro family had once controlled were being reshuffled and redistributed.The legitimate holdings the Rossi family had pried loose from the Caro family were finally disentangled from the mess of old books and folded back into the shipping, pharmaceutical, and cold chain operations.Isabella spent that year in a blur of work. But it was also the year she finally scraped the blood and debts of the past clean from her life.When she reached the garden, Elvira was there with several kids, feeding the pigeons. They were young ones from the family's branch lines, all of them quite small and rowdy.The moment they spotted Isabella
Sofia's end came swiftly. She had too many charges piled up against her, and the evidence was overwhelming.Assault at the hospital, attempted murder on the street, commercial espionage, collusion with external armed entities, involvement in the hijacking of an armored transport vehicle—any one of those charges was enough to keep her behind bars for a very long time.And this time, there was no one left to cover for her.The day of the trial, Millbrook was drenched in heavy rain.Isabella didn't enter the courthouse. Instead, she only watched the live news coverage from inside the car.On the screen, Sofia was led through a side door in a prison uniform. Her face was ashen, but her eyes remained vicious.Reporters shouted after her, asking if she had anything to say about the charges.She suddenly whipped her head toward the camera and shrieked hysterically, "It was all Enzo's fault! If he hadn't pursued me in the first place, I never would have ended up here! And Isabella—she s
After Enzo moved back to the old estate, the whole place fell eerily silent, as if it had been hollowed out.There were no Soldati coming and going, no conference room lit all night, and no hysterical cries from Sofia. There was only him alone, and a house full of old memories.The night Isabella arranged to meet him, he sat alone in the living room, waiting for a very long time.On the table sat an unopened bottle of Cantele red wine, the one Isabella had said many years ago was the most fitting for their wedding anniversary. But in the seven years that followed, she had never once gotten to open it.When the doorbell rang, Enzo rose almost instantly.However, when the door opened, Isabella didn't step inside. She stood outside in a long trench coat, the night and drifting rain behind her.Luca hadn't come with her. It was just her alone.That stung even more. She didn't need backup to face him now, because she simply wasn't afraid of him anymore."Let's talk inside," Enzo
Three days later, the feds still hadn't made a move.The first to act was the group of old men in Millbrook's underworld who cared about appearances above all else.They convened a small ad hoc meeting. On the surface, they were asking about the Springstead warehouse shootout, but everyone knew it was a warning shot aimed at Enzo.A Don who allowed his mistress to get her hands on the ledgers and let outsiders trace his operations right to the family's bedrock was already a joke in himself, let alone that the clean industries originally injected by the Rossi family had been jointly seized and taken back by Isabella and Luca.Inside the conference room, several old Dons took turns smoking, none of them willing to speak first.It wasn't until the very end that the eldest among them, Alessandro Avallone, finally spoke up slowly."Enzo, you're drowning in trouble. You can't control your women or keep your accounts in order. If this goes on, people will assume our entire circle is as












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