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It wasn't until three days before the wedding that Giovanni and Carina finally returned to Switzerland. His cousin and some friends had gathered at the estate for a small welcome-back gathering.

Carina walked into the estate carrying a suitcase full of gifts. Almost everyone received something like premium cigars, aged red wine, limited-edition pocket watches.

Except me.

As she unpacked her luggage, she smiled and said, "These are the pink gem earrings Giovanni picked out for me. They are amazing."

She shot a smug glance in my direction before picking up a pearl necklace. "And this one too. He said pearls just make me look so elegant."

Then she carefully took out a jersey that Messi had signed on it. Her eyes curved in delight. "Giovanni pulled so many strings just so I could get his autograph. Without him, I never would have gotten this close to my idol in my lifetime."

It reminded me of last year, when I had asked Giovanni to get me an invitation to an art exhibition sponsored by his distant uncle. I had something important to take care of there. But he told me the tickets were sold out and there was nothing he could do.

"Don't worry," he said, patting my head. "It's just a casual art exhibition. Nothing important."

Compared to Messi, this was nothing. So he simply hadn't been willing to put in the effort for me.

At that moment, Giovanni's cousin spoke up with a smile. "By the way, Giovanni, didn't you bring anything for Bianca?"

Giovanni replied naturally, without a hint of unease. "Bianca has never liked these little trinkets. No point wasting money."

I lowered my eyes and gave a quiet laugh. So buying me a gift was a waste of money.

"True," his cousin nodded, his words pointed. "Bianca has always been like that, as if there's nothing she really likes. Yet Carina always loved these fun new things since she was little."

Giovanni's family and friends had never really liked me. They thought I was too cold, that I didn't know how to please them. Unlike Carina, who had grown up around them, knew how to act cute, and spoke as sweetly as a nightingale.

More importantly, they saw me as a useless person.

If it weren't for our campus romance in university, an ordinary girl like me would never have made it to the engagement with him.

Giovanni was an Italian-American heir to the powerful and rising Vitale crime family. He was one of the strongest contenders to become the next Don. They had only tolerated me because of his insistence.

Carina often threatened me in private: "You don't belong in this mafia family. You'll be eaten alive, bones and all. So behave yourself."

But in front of the others, she was always delicate and pitiful. So every time Carina and I had a conflict, their expressions turned impatient, as if they were one second away from feeding me to the sharks.

At first, Giovanni always stood by my side. When I was wronged, he would speak up for me and defend me in front of everyone. He would fly halfway across Europe just to buy a glass handicraft I had mentioned in passing, and even gave me his kitten he had raised for three years.

He once held my hand and told me, "Bianca, I was the one who pulled you into our world, so I will spare no effort to protect you."

Back then, he truly put me first. So no matter how much prejudice and ridicule I faced, I stayed firmly by his side.

But at some point, he began to accept Carina's coquettish behavior as normal. He accepted his family's bias against me. And he accepted that every time someone was wronged, it was me.

Everyone raised their glasses, laughing and chatting, as if I was an outsider who had wandered in by mistake.

I said quietly, "Giovanni, about the wedding in three days, there's something I want to..."

"Giovanni!" Carina suddenly cried out.

While unwrapping a gift, she had pricked her fingertip on a brooch. A tiny bead of bright red blood appeared.

Giovanni rushed over at once. "Don't move." He took her hand and examined the wound carefully. The servants immediately brought the first-aid kit. "Quick, stop the bleeding."

In an instant, everyone crowded around her, disinfecting the cut and offering comfort as if she had suffered a grave injury.

I became invisible again.