Gianna povMy plane had landed safely in London. Yes, I didn’t board that missing ferry. It was all part of my plan to make Marco suffer.If he and Camilla want me to suffer, want me to graciously accept his many lies, then they wouldn’t mind if I returned the favor, would they?Vivienne came to pick me up, and the moment she saw me sitting in the wheelchair with an oxygen tank beside me, she burst into tears.“What happened to you, Gianna?”“Did Marco do this to you? Didn’t he say he would protect you?”“It was him, wasn’t it? Why else would you ask me to find a hospital here in London?”“Can you finally see him for who he truly is now? I’ve told you all along that I don’t like him around you.”I tried to stand up, leaning on her for support. “I’m fine. See?”I patted her back, trying to soothe her. “I made a mistake choosing him. Now I’ve paid for it and learned my lesson. For the rest of my life, I want nothing to do with him—not ever again.”Vivienne’s sobbing stopped. I smiled. “
Marco’s POV“And that night with Camilla three years ago was a mistake,” I continued. “I welcomed her into my family because of Violetta, and nothing more.” “I thought I was just doing the right thing for my daughter, for my family. But I was wrong. This wedding was your idea, Father. Now you’re the one who has to clean up the mess.”“As for Gianna,” I said, my resolve hardening, “I’ll find her, even if it costs me my life.”With that, I turned and walked away from my own wedding.Camilla chased after me, Violetta in her arms, crying, “Marco, don’t go. Our daughter still needs you. Can you stay just a little longer?”“Look,” She said, “her arm’s scratched from the glass. Can you help me to bandage it?”Blood trickled down Violetta’s arm, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.I pulled out my phone and spoke coldly, “Leave Violetta with my parents. You’re clearly unfit to be her mother.”I dialed Tray’s number, heading toward my car.“Have you found Gianna yet?” I demanded.Tray sighed o
Marco’s POVI stepped back, my face cold and expressionless. "Camilla, take this as your first and last warning. Stop talking shit about Gianna. She may not be here at the wedding, but she’s still Mrs DeLuca. You’re here to cover for her, not to bash her. Got it?"Camilla’s eyes welled with tears, and she pouted, but I didn’t have the patience for it. Gianna was still missing, and the wedding had become a nightmare."I’m sorry, Marco. I overstepped," she whispered, her voice cracking as she began to sob.Violetta came running, tugging at my sleeve. "Dad, I want to see you dance with mom. Don’t yell at mom because of that bad bad lady."Hearing her call Gianna a “bad, bad lady” only deepened my frustration. I turned sharply. “Is this what you’ve been teaching Violetta? Calling Mrs. DeLuca a bad, bad lady?”“She’s still so young. Can’t you teach her some proper manners?”Don’t forget, Camilla. Violetta is my daughter. If you can’t be a positive influence, maybe it’s time you step aside a
Marco’s POVToday was meant to be my wedding to Gianna—but let’s just say things took a turn, and now Camilla has become my bride in Gianna's place.I should’ve been happy, satisfied, finally feeling complete. I was marrying the woman I truly loved. But something kept gnawing at me, some unease I couldn’t shake. The memory of my last call with Gianna haunted me. Her tone was so unnervingly calm—too calm. It didn’t sit right. Something was wrong.As the ceremony ended and Camilla and I shared our first dance, Tray appeared at my side, his face unusually pale.“Mr. DeLuca, Miss Moretti left for London this morning. She boarded a ferry, which is scheduled to arrive at London in five days... but…”His words hit me like a thunderclap. Gianna boarded a ferry to London?“But?”“But the ferry Miss Moretti boarded was reported missing after it entered the Atlantic Ocean…”I grabbed Tray by the collar, my voice rising in disbelief. “What the fuck are you talking about? Missing?”Camilla, standin
Gianna pov“So, if you ask me now, I think you owe me an explanation—and an apology.”Marco’s parents quickly jumped in too, "Why can’t you just let my son have a moment of peace?" his mother scolded, her tone sharp. "Why do you always have to cause a scene? Can you be more like Camilla?”"Acting like a grown up," his father snapped. "Moretti raised you better than this. I’m truly disappointed in you, Gianna.”"Let’s get Camilla to the hospital," he added, his voice tight with frustration. "I hope her ankle’s not too bad."Without another word, Marco scooped Violetta into one arm and let Camilla lean into the other.Then, they were gone. Just like that, I was left alone in Marco’s mansion.I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number, “Finally free. When does the last ferry leave for London? The 14th? Perfect. Book me a seat. One-way, please.”The 14th... it used to be my wedding day. Now, it would mark my departure for a new life in London.Just a little longer, Gianna. It will a
Gianna povTo welcome Violetta, the DeLucas threw a party that night. It was more of a small gathering than the grand affair I’d expected. Marco’s parents were there, probably keeping an eye on their granddaughter, and Camilla was invited too. Marco had casually explained the reason why she’d be attending, but it was clear he wanted her there for more than just Violetta’s sake.Honestly, I didn’t care about all the fake act that they had been busy showing me.So I pretended to be sick to avoid attending, saving my stregth so that I could get myself out of here. As I tried to rest, but the noise from downstairs just kept seeping through the walls. It was too loud to ignore. Eventually, I wheeled myself toward the stairs, trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening downstairs that could be so loud.Marco was cutting a cake for Violetta, while Camilla rested her head on his shoulder, teasing, “Look at how cute she is.”A picture-perfect family. Too bad the man was my fiancé, the woma