Chapter 4

Lucian was silent for a moment.

"When I get back," he said at last. "A few weeks."

He was leaving the next morning on family business.

I nodded. "Congratulations."

That was all I let myself say.

His gaze lingered on me for a second, unreadable. Then he turned and walked away with Sofia at his side.

They looked perfect from behind.

Maybe that was all this had ever been, it was the end of a foolish dream.

Three days later, Adrian came to the estate with his family's lawyer.

Mrs. Vestri had her doubts. Adrian had the right name, but not the money. His family had been living on appearances for years.

I didn't argue.

I only asked for one thing.

I wanted the wedding over before Lucian came home.

She understood immediately.

So everything was arranged quietly. No press. No spectacle. Just signatures, witnesses, and an ending.

It should have been simple.

Then Lucian came back early.

No warning. No call. Just the sound of engines in the driveway before sunset.

By the time I reached my suite, the door was already open.

My room had been ransacked.

Drawers yanked open. Dresses torn from their hangers. Jewelry boxes overturned. Glass glittering across the floor.

A maid I didn't know was barking orders at the others.

"Keep looking. It has to be here."

Mia stopped short beside me. "What the hell are you doing?"

The maid turned, looked me over, and said flatly, "Miss Bellini's bracelet is missing. Mr. Vestri ordered us to search the room."

My face went cold.

"I didn't take it."

She gave a short laugh, like my answer meant nothing.

Then footsteps sounded behind her.

Sofia came in first, all polished concern.

Lucian followed.

He still carried the cold in with him. His expression was sharp enough to cut on.

Sofia pressed a hand to her chest. "If you wanted one, you only had to ask. I would have had another made. But that bracelet was from Lucian. I can't just give that away."

Lucian's eyes locked on mine.

"Give it back."

I stared at him. "I never took it."

His jaw tightened.

"I thought you were done chasing something that was never going to end well," he said. "I was wrong."

Something in me went still.

"I didn't take her bracelet."

My voice sounded flat, even to me.

"You told me to move on. I did."

"I stayed out of your way. I said nothing about your engagement."

"So why can't you leave me alone?"

One of the maids bent beside the chaise and pulled out a slim black portfolio.

"Then what's this?"

My stomach dropped before she even opened it.

Inside were the Bellini wedding files.

Invitation proofs. The private chapel booking. The seating chart. The security plan for the ceremony.

And on every page, Sofia Bellini's name had been replaced with mine.

Tucked between the papers was Sofia's missing bracelet.

The room went silent.

Then the whispers started.

I stared at the open folder, my pulse suddenly loud in my ears.

It was too neat. Too perfect.

Not desperation.

A setup.

Lucian looked at the papers, then at me.

I knew that look.

Not anger. Not shock.

Disappointment.

"So this is what moving on looks like?" he asked.

I lifted my eyes to his. "I didn't do this."

"I didn't take her bracelet. And I didn't touch those files."

But he had already decided what he was looking at.

Sofia lowered her eyes, soft and wounded, the picture of restraint.

Lucian turned to her. "I'll have another bracelet made."

She nodded.

And just like that, it was settled.

Not because he believed her.

Because he had already chosen not to believe me.

As they turned to leave, Sofia paused beside me.

Her perfume lingered between us.

"Three years ago, you ruined something he gave me," she said softly. "Now we're even."

Then they were gone.

Mia stood in the wreckage with tears in her eyes.

I looked around the room. Everything overturned, everything exposed. I felt something in me settle into something cold and final.

"Miss…" Mia whispered.

I bent down, picked up the folder, and dropped it back onto the floor.

"Tell Mrs. Vestri I'll leave from the guesthouse."

The room was ruined.

So was whatever patience I had left.

I packed my documents, my mother's jewelry, the few things that were still mine.

Then I walked out of the Vestri estate.

I had lived there for ten years.

In the end, I left without looking back.