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Before I could reply, my sister jumped in and answered on my behalf. “Leo, Mother was worried about her. But Gia argued with her. You know how she behaves. You know how she gets. Mom lost her temper, but it wasn't even a hard hit. It's just her soft, plump cheeks. My cute little sister has always been like this. You barely touch her skin, and it leaves a mark.” She giggled, as if she found it amusing. “Even her skin helps her with her theatrics.” Her words sounded like a joke, but the accusation behind them was clear. Naya pulled me away from Leone and threw her arms around me, putting on a big show of sisterly affection, before pulling back to kiss the cheek that was still stinging from the slap. Leone’s eyes turned cold as he glowered at my mother. “Mrs. Valenti, you slapped my wife?” My mother visibly shook under his threatening tone, stammering out a quiet, “I… I…” Before she could defend herself, my mother-in-law stepped in again. “Leone, it’s between mother and daughter. J
My cheek stung as tears welled in my eyes. I had no idea what I had done this time—until I caught the quiet, satisfied smile spreading across Naya’s face.“Gianna Valenti, how did you become such a filthy slut?” she roared, the words ringing through the foyer as tears spilled down my cheeks. “Screaming a man’s name in the middle of the night? Is this the pathetic way you try to keep a man?”I looked at Naya. So she had called Mother to complain about me sleeping with my husband?“Mother, what happens in our bedroom is between a husband and a wife,” I said softly, keeping my voice low. “No one else has a right to speak on it.”“Gianna!” She lunged again, her palm raised to deliver another slap.“Mother, no!” Naya rushed forward, stepping between us to 'rescue' me.“You know how she is, Mother. She’s always been spoiled and stubborn,” Naya soothed, laying a gentle hand on her arm. “Please, don’t get provoked and cause a scene here.”Our mother exhaled sharply, trying to regain her compos
“Leo, please, don’t blame her,” Naya whimpered, looking up at him through a sheen of tears. Calling him by that intimate pet name right in front of me was a calculated move to provoke me, but I refused to take the bait. “She’s my sister. She’s just angry... and naive.”Leone’s eyes snapped to mine. I braced myself, waiting for the inevitable explosion—waiting for him to scream at me.“You did this?!” His cold voice sounded quiet, completely unreadable and devoid of any emotion.I didn’t bother replying. I stayed silent because, no matter what I said, everyone had always believed Naya. And he was in love with her. There was no way in hell he was going to believe me if I said I hadn't touched her.He simply shook his head and lifted her into his arms. I let out an inaudible huff.“No, Leo, put me down! She won’t like it,” Naya cried, playing her role to perfection. “I’ll leave... I’ll never come back...”“Stop it, Naya. You’re staying in the guest room, and that's final,” he said coldly
My heart clenched despite knowing how he felt about her when his hands rested on her slim waist. I averted my eyes and got up, trying to pull my zipper closed behind me.“What are you doing here?” I heard Leone ask my sister.“To see you, my love.” She said it in her most sensual voice, and I let out a frustrated breath. Why couldn’t I speak like her?“It’s late,” he said as he gently pushed her away and turned to look at me.“Yeah, and I’m staying here tonight,” she whispered sweetly.I was still struggling with my zipper. When I looked toward the door, I found Naya’s blue eyes, identical to mine, fixed on me with disgust. But then her gaze fell on the necklace around my neck, and I saw a flash of jealousy in her eyes before she quickly masked her expression.“Gia, what are you doing?” she giggled innocently, but the mockery in her voice wasn’t hidden from me. “We are here, and you’re removing your dress. Don’t be so shameless.”Then she placed a hand on Leone’s arm and whispered, “P
“What did you say?”His voice turned colder as he snapped around and glared at me.The anger in his steel-grey eyes made me lower mine.“I said…” I swallowed, wetting my dry lips. “Now that your first love is back, we should get an annulment.”One moment, he was glaring at me from three feet away.The next, he was standing right in front of me.His arm closed around my waist, and he turned me toward the mirror. His hard, bare chest pressed against my back, making me shiver despite the thin fabric of my dress between us. Before I could react, he snatched the necklace from my hand. The sudden pull made my fingers sting.His grip tightened around my waist as his angry expression reflected in the mirror.“Playing hard to get, huh?” His voice was low and cold as he slid the necklace around my neck. “You disgust me, Gia. You know very well that in famiglia, divorce never happens.”He leaned closer to fasten the clasp behind my neck, using his teeth. His lips brushed my skin, making me clos
Gianna’s POVThe dark sky erupted with blinding lights as hundreds of firecrackers burst into the air.I stood near the wall-to-ceiling window, watching the fireworks with stunned eyes because this… watching fireworks had been my favorite thing since childhood.And tonight, it was my husband who was making it happen.But not for me.It was for his first love, Naya. For her birthday.I had seen the report on the news earlier—that Leone had bought out every fireworks display in the city and ordered them to keep the sky lit until dawn. The report also claimed that Leone was planning to marry his longtime girlfriend.Marry her?How?He was already married to me—Naya’s younger sister, Gianna Valenti, the fat, unwanted outcast of the family. However, Leone had never acknowledged our marriage publicly. He never took me to an event, a gala, or any celebration where other wives stood proudly beside their husbands. I was always left at home, waiting for him like a dutiful, loyal wife while he







