Semua Bab Till Nuts Do Us Part: Bab 1 - Bab 8

Gianna pointed right at me. "You guys heard that, right? She's still screaming. Does that SOUND like someone dying?" Her voice dripped fake concern, pure theater—like I was some freakshow for her amusement.Next to her, Carlo's jaw tightened. That look—the one that always meant I was embarrassing him again. "Siena, enough. It's our anniversary party. Can't you, for once, not kill the vibe?"Those words stung worse than any slap."I'm... not faking," I wheezed. "I'm really allergic..."The room spun, walls melting into black. My lungs felt like they'd been shrink-wrapped, but I still turned toward Carlo—because apparently, I hadn't learned my lesson about hoping.Gianna slinked between us, fingers curling around his arm. "Forget her, Carlo. She'll drop the act the second no one's watching. Come on, let's cut the apple pie."The crowd parted like trained dogs, clearing a path for their grand entrance.They sliced the first piece. The smell of cinnamon and butter—once comfort—now j

The doors exploded open like a freaking action movie. Heavy wood slammed against the walls, dust flying everywhere.In marched a swarm of men in black suits—silent, deadly, and very much not here to party.Laughter? Dead. Music? Gone. The whole room froze like someone hit pause. Every face went pale.At the front stood a man in his fifties, all class and menace. Sharp eyes like knives. No one needed to ask who he was.Then he saw me—crumpled in the corner, wheezing, half-dead. And just like that, his polished mask cracked. All that was left? Raw rage and panic.Yeah. That was my dad. Don Giovanni Suvari."Where's the doctor!" His voice shook the damn walls.A medical team sprinted over. Bags, masks, injections—the whole ER-on-wheels."Signora Suvari's crashing—anaphylaxis. If we were any later, she'd be gone!" one of them snapped, already jabbing something into my arm.Dad dropped to his knees, peeled off his jacket, and laid it over my ruined dress."Lock it down," he said,

The day I left the hospital, the weather was obnoxiously perfect.I wore a crisp white suit—tailored sharp—and cut off the long hair I'd kept for Carlo all those years. The short, clean chop felt like shedding skin.Enzo, my assistant, opened the car door for me. As I slid into the back seat, he launched straight into business."Signora Suvari, latest update on Pipino Corp: we've terminated eighty percent of their partnerships. Major banks pulled their loans. Our consigliere says they'll be bankrupt by the end of the week."I nodded, eyes on the blur of the city outside."And," he added, "Gianna Verde's been officially charged—aggravated assault. The evidence is airtight. Her family's estate got seized by the feds for tax evasion and illegal activity. She's finished.""Got it." My voice didn't flinch.***Carlo? He was living his worst days.His company was tanking. Partners ditched him like he was contagious.The same guys who toasted him at that party? Now they cursed his n

Carlo wouldn't sign the divorce papers. Big move for a guy who'd already lost everything.Then Dad's legal team dropped the magic words—lawsuits, audits, maybe even a few "accidents." Suddenly, he remembered how to hold a pen.Divorce finalized. Fast.Next time I saw him, he looked like roadkill in a wrinkled suit.His eyes lit up when he spotted me. He lunged, blocked my path."Siena, don't go." He grabbed my arm like that would fix anything. "I know I messed up. I was a bastard. Just one more chance, please. I don't want the company, the money, none of it. I just want you. Let's go back. Please."He reached in for a hug.Enzo stepped between us, shoved him back.I stared at Carlo. No rage, no love. Just pure ice."There's no going back," I said, voice colder than steel. "The second you picked Gianna over me—the second you watched me choke, laughed while I begged for help—that's when you died in my world."You might not've known who I really was, but you knew my allergy. You