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I took a deep breath and slowly turned around.The room went completely silent..Angelo's mouth dropped open. His eyes widened as he stared at me from head to toe. “Mommy…”Mama covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes immediately filling with tears. “Oh, my God…”I smiled nervously.Nadia smiled, “So beautiful.”I had seen myself in the mirror countless times while getting ready, but somehow, standing in front of them made everything feel different.The wedding dress hugged my body perfectly.It was a magnificent mermaid gown, fitted from the top all the way down to my thighs highlighting my butt before flaring dramatically toward the floor.The delicate fabric shimmered with every movement, covered in intricate embroidery that caught the light like tiny diamonds.The bodice was elegant and fitted, shaping my waist before flowing smoothly over my hips.The long train trailed behind me, spreading across the floor like a pool of white silk.A veil fell from my hair and cascaded down

LeviI stood among the crowd, watching Mila and Luca laughing and walking among the guests.She looked beautiful. More beautiful than I had ever seen her.Something twisted painfully inside my chest.I had seen Mila countless times before. I had watched her laugh. Argue. Cry.I had held her when she was scared. I had been there when she needed someone.And yet, seeing her dressed as a bride made me realize something I had spent too long refusing to see.I loved her.My stomach tightened.How the fuck had I been so blind?I remembered every time she had trusted me. But I had used her.I had manipulated her feelings because I thought I could control the situation.The way Luca looked at her told me everything. He wasn't simply marrying her. He was fucking obsessed with her.And Mila looked at him like he was the only man in the world.A bitter smile touched my lips. I understood what I had lost too late.If I had understood my feelings sooner, would things have been different?I remembe

Chapter 2“Put these on and follow me,” Vera, the housekeeper of my family’s mansion said as she kicked my food bowl aside with the tip of her shoe. Metal scraped against stone. Then she threw a pale blue dress on my face.“What for?” I looked up and asked. And with it came something I hadn't felt in a long time, hope. Just a tiny spark.As if I didn’t have the right to ask, Vera rolled her eyes then gestured to the two maids behind her. “Make her change.”Two maids stepped forward and forced me down on my knees. Four months ago, those maids had bowed in fear and respect when I walked through the Malakhov estate.Men and women twice their age had addressed me with respect. Guards had followed my orders without question.Now, I was eating scraps from a metal bowl on a stone floor, wearing rags and being disrespected by maids.“Let go of me,” I resisted. But they didn't.One of them pulled the ragged dress from my body while the other forced the pale blue one over my head.Humiliation

Chapter 4IrinaI entered Anastasia's room carrying a basket of cleaning supplies, following Vera with another maid close behind me.The first time Anastasia and I had been alone in the same room after four months, she looked at me through the mirror and pretended not to know me.She sat before her vanity in a silk robe, one hand holding a lipstick while the other rested lightly on the polished table. Her reflection was calm, beautiful, and untouched. While I stood behind her in a black-and-white maid's uniform.For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Anastasia turned her attention back to the mirror. “Be quick. I have an event to attend.”Something painful twisted inside my chest.Anastasia was supposed to be my best friend.We had been inseparable since high school, even before she had been forced into a political marriage with my brother.I lowered my gaze and started cleaning. Maybe she had changed too. Maybe four months were enough to make everyone forget who I had once been.On

Chapter 6I hadn't even seen when Ghost moved.His hand was wrapped around my father's wrist, stopping the gun inches from my forehead.For the first time since I had entered the room, there was something different in his eyes. Not the coldness. Not the usual indifference.Something far more dangerous."Enough.".His voice was deep, low, and unmistakably calm.My breath caught..I stared at him.Ghost's eyes shifted briefly toward me, and my heart skipped.Then his gaze returned to my father. "We don't hit weak women."I narrowed my eyes slightly.That voice... That accent.Something inside my chest twisted violently.Was it possible for coincidences like that to happen?I shook the thought away before it could take root.My father's face twisted with fury."This brat..." he started. "She doesn't deserve your pity. She's... She betrayed her family for that corpse, Marco Hayden. And she's the reason for the upcoming war with La Cosa Nostra."Ghost didn't move. His fingers remained wrappe