Todos os capítulos de Bulletproof Heart Finally Breaks: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The next afternoon, I decided to go to Lorenzo’s estate to get my things.If this was really the end, I had to erase every trace of myself from his life.I let myself in with my key. The villa was as quiet as a tomb.Lorenzo wasn't here. Probably with Juliana.I went straight to the bedroom and started packing my clothes and jewelry.Every piece held a memory. Every memory was now a joke.Walking past his study, I noticed a hidden door, slightly ajar. I’d never seen it before.My feet moved on their own. My hand was on the handle before I’d even made the choice. I stepped inside.And the air left my lungs in a single, painful gasp.The walls of the secret room were covered in oil paintings of Juliana.Juliana at eighteen, her smile innocent. Juliana in a wedding dress, looking like a saint. Juliana sprawled on a bed, a languid, seductive look on her face.Each painting was a masterpiece. Each one screamed of the artist's deep, obsessive love.I counted. There were over twenty of them.

I couldn't watch anymore.While everyone was celebrating Lorenzo's win, I slipped out of the club.No one noticed I was gone. Not even Lorenzo.His eyes only saw Juliana.Back at the apartment, I poured a glass of red wine, trying to calm the storm inside me.But then my phone lit up. A new post from Juliana.It was a picture of her and Lorenzo on a beach, the night wind whipping through their hair.Lorenzo was holding her from behind, both of them watching a massive firework display light up the sky.The caption: Finally, someone to watch the fireworks with. A perfect night.My hand trembled.Lorenzo had never set off fireworks for me.In ten years, I'd asked so many times. He always said it was childish, a waste of time.But for Juliana, he'd light up the whole damn sky.I threw my phone aside, forcing the pain down.It was starting to feel numb. Like my heart had been stabbed so many times it had forgotten how to bleed.I managed to change into my nightgown and crawl into bed.Just

The next day, I was up at six.I looked at the horribly ironic wedding dress and had one of my men deliver it to Juliana."But Miss, Don Lorenzo said it was for you...""Just say Lorenzo changed his mind."After hanging up, I took out the package I'd prepared.The videotape.I wrote a few words on it: "A gift for the happy couple."Then I had it sent to the hotel hosting the party tonight.My people were already in place. They would play it right on schedule.With that done, I sat on my sofa and waited for the show.Around noon, Juliana posted.She was wearing my wedding dress, twirling in front of a mirror."Thank you for the surprise, Lorenzo! I guess he wants me to be his fiancée after all."I stared at the photo, a cold smile on my lips.Enjoy these last few hours, dear sister.I picked up my suitcase and walked to the door.The private jet was waiting.Goodbye, New York.Goodbye, Lorenzo Moretti.---Lorenzo's POVI stood in the ballroom, pleased with the setup.Five hundred white

Isabella's POVWhen the private jet touched down in Sicily, I could finally breathe again.This was my mother's family castle.She had erased all my travel records. Lorenzo would never find me here.My mother had done the same thing years ago, leaving my father without a backward glance after his betrayal.Now I was walking her path.But I had no regrets."Isabella, my daughter." My mother was waiting at the castle gates, her arms open.I ran into her embrace and finally let myself cry."Mom, I'm home.""Welcome home, my darling," she stroked my hair. "You will always be my greatest pride."That's when I saw the man standing behind her.He was tall, built like a fortress, but his eyes were a warm, deep amber.Dante Romano. The man I was promised to.He extended a hand, his gaze full of admiration."Welcome home, Isabella," his voice was a low, smooth baritone that seemed to settle deep in my bones. "I've had the best jewelry studio in Sicily prepared for you. Your talent shouldn't be b

Isabella's POVThe next day, the afterparty was held at Milan's most luxurious hotel.The biggest names in art, the heads of European crime families, fashion legends—they were all there.I wore a black evening gown, moving through the crowd on Dante's arm.Everyone was congratulating me."Isabella, your designs are breathtaking!""The Phoenix collection will be an instant classic!""We have to talk about a collaboration..."I smiled, enjoying every moment.Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance.A haggard figure stumbled into the room.Juliana. She looked like something the cat dragged in—rail-thin, face pale, eyes blazing with a desperate, frantic energy."Isabella!" her voice was a piercing shriek. "You're a fraud!"The entire hall went silent.Every eye turned to us."You copied my mother's designs!" Juliana screamed, rushing toward me. "None of this is your work!"She pulled a stack of sketches from her bag and held them high."These are my mother's original drafts! You st