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ENZO’S POV I carried Elena through the front door with her body light in my arms and her breaths shallow against my chest as the mall chaos faded behind us. Mamma Rosa sat in the living room fussing over Papa’s scraped knuckles from steadying her earlier. The silence that hung thick in the house was broken by our footsteps echoing on the marble floors. I avoided her eyes knowing that one word from her would spark questions that I plan to dodge, because in my mind I was already plotting the paths back to that bitch who dared lay hands on what belonged to me. And then there was Donna Sofia lurking in my thoughts too with her poison smile, threatening to spill secrets that could shatter Elena’s trust in me. My fear was what she would see me as when the truth is finally out. Would she see me as fucked up man that got entangled with a married woman older than him? Or would see me as a man that got used as boy and groomed into a fucker? I climbed the stairs carefully so as not to jostle

ENZO’S POV I stood at the mansion’s front window and watched the car disappear down the drive with Elena inside, flanked by Mamma Rosa and Papa. My chest tightened as relief mixed with dread, because I had orchestrated their departure for reasons I kept buried deep. Intel from my sources had buzzed in earlier that Giovanni and Marcini planned to drop by unannounced, and I needed to handle that storm alone. No way would I risk Elena’s safety or expose Mamma and Papa to the ugly truth about my pursuit of Don Antonio’s properties. I had lied straight to Papa’s face days ago, claiming disinterest in those properties and brushing it off as joke, but those assets fueled my revenge, and revealing my hunger for them now would crack our fragile family bonds. With the house empty, I grabbed my jacket and drove back to the city penthouse, the one Giovanni and Marcini knew as my base. Matteo waited there, loyal as ever, and I refused to taint the mansion with their presence. The wedding’s an

ENZO’S POV I gripped the steering wheel tighter as Matteo relayed the coordinates from Elena’s smartwatch signal. The forested outskirts of Naples materialized on the GPS, it showed that they were in dense woods stretching like a black void under the night sky. Rage boiled in my veins from that fragmented call. Her shaky voice had begged for help, Dante’s snarls echoing through the static as he demanded to know who she talked to. Even as she denied speaking to anyone with her cracked voice, he had the guts to lay his hands on her. How dare that bastard touch her!!! Her cries pierced my soul until the line cut dead. I hadn’t caught every detail, but enough burned into me—her pleading for mercy, him ranting about marriage and possession. My foot slammed the accelerator harder as we tore down twisting roads with my men in convoy behind. There were no police in sight; I’d refused to let those incompetent fools gamble with her life. We skidded to a halt at the forest’s edge. We piled

ENZO’S POV I stood at the altar, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting fiery oranges across the beach, the waves crashed rhythmically below the crystal podiums that formed the aisle. Water flowed gently between them like veins of liquid gold. Guests shifted in their seats as murmurs filled the air, and the orchestra’s melody swelled softly but poignant. The violin strings pulled at something deep inside me, tugging at the scars I’d buried for so long. My heart pounded steadily but fierce as I adjusted my tuxedo cuff and scanned the crowd. Giovanni and Marcini sat in the front row, forcing smiles while holding up their phones to capture the moment, though their eyes betrayed resentment. Donna Sophia sat further back with her usual smirk, but I ignored her presence, my men were already in position discreetly around the perimeter, ready for any disruption. Elena’s parents occupied seats on the opposite side, her father clutching his amputated stump awkwardly, her mother was sile

ENZO’S POV I moved through the reception hall with a champagne flute in one hand. Elena had been tucked against my side earlier, she was warm, alive and mine. But now the space beside me felt empty and cold. Guests pressed forward in waves, handshakes, toasts, and laughter that bounced off marble walls. String lights twinkled overhead like distant stars. My eyes kept sweeping the room, searching for white silk among black tuxedos and jewel-toned dresses. She was missing, she’s been missing for too long. Worry started as a low hum in my chest as it grew sharper with every passing minute. This room brimmed with people who hated me, and plenty who resented her rise. If she slipped out of sight… anything could happen. I pulled my phone from my pocket, my thumb moving fast as I dialed her number. It rang once, twice, then it echoed faintly across the hall. Relief flickered in my mind until I saw Mamma Rosa lift the device from a side table, confusion creasing her brow. She walked over a