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Sophia's POVI couldn't live like this anymore.The thought had been circling my mind for days, ever since that near-disaster at the charity auction. Every morning I woke up with a knot in my stomach. Every conversation felt like walking through a minefield. Every time Vito turned his attention toward me with that unreadable expression hidden behind dark sunglasses, I found myself holding my breath, waiting for the moment he'd finally see through the facade.I need to tell him the truth.The decision had been forming slowly, like ice crystallizing on a winter pond. I was tired of the constant vigilance, the endless performance, the suffocating weight of Isabella's identity pressing down on my chest. Whatever consequences came from revealing who I really was—they couldn't be worse than this slow death by deception.But timing was everything. I couldn't just blurt it out over breakfast or ambush him in his study. Vito Romano wasn't a man you surprised with earth-shattering news. I neede

Sophia's POVHe said yes.I stared at the text message on my phone for what must have been the tenth time, still not quite believing it. After his initial rejection, after his excuse about the Castellano shipping dispute, I'd been so certain that our honeymoon would remain nothing more than a desperate fantasy.But then, everything changed.I've cleared my schedule. Pack for somewhere warm. We leave tomorrow.That was it. No explanation. No apology for the earlier refusal. Just... yes.What are you playing at, Vito Romano?I set my phone down and turned to face the suitcase spread open on the bed. My clothes were neatly folded on one side, but it was the other side that made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.Emily's "essential honeymoon supplies" lay there in all their scandalous glory. The midnight blue silk robe. The lace chemise so delicate it was practically transparent. The scented candles. And other things I couldn't even look at directly without feeling my face catch fire.What

Vito's POVShe was magnificent.Through the dark glasses I didn't need, I watched every expression that crossed her face—the shock, the pleasure, the complete surrender. Her eyes were closed, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body still trembling from an orgasm so intense she'd soaked my thighs.And she has no idea I can see it all.The deception should have bothered me. Instead, it only heightened the experience. I could watch her without pretense, could memorize every flutter of her lashes, every bitten lip, every time her back arched in pleasure. She thought she was hidden behind my blindness, thought her expressions were private.They weren't. They were mine.She's finally mine.I'd waited so long for this moment. And now here she was—naked, flushed, impaled on my cock, completely undone.I should be gentle, I thought, feeling her walls still fluttering around me. This is her first time with me. I should be tender.But then I remembered her text message. The one that had started

Chapter 78Sophia's POVThe private terrace was transformed into something out of a dream.Candles flickered on every surface, their golden light dancing across white linen tablecloths and crystal stemware. Rose petals were scattered across the stone floor, leading to a table set for two beneath a canopy of twinkling fairy lights. The ocean stretched out before us like liquid silver under the moonlight, and somewhere in the distance, soft violin music drifted on the warm evening breeze.This is perfect. Too perfect.Vito sat across from me, looking impossibly handsome in a white linen shirt that was unbuttoned at the collar. Without his usual dark suit and imposing wheelchair, he seemed almost approachable. Almost normal. Like we were just two people on a romantic vacation, not a mafia don and his fraudulent wife."You're quiet tonight," he observed, swirling the wine in his glass with practiced elegance. "Something on your mind?"Everything. Everything is on my mind."I was just think

Vito's POVMaria's tears soaked through the thin hospital gown, her body trembling against mine as she sobbed."I was so scared," she whispered. "When I heard someone tried to kill you, I thought—I thought I was going to lose you. After everything we've been through, after all these years..."I should have felt something. Tenderness, perhaps. Gratitude for her concern. This was Maria—the girl who had saved my life when we were children, the woman I had sworn to protect no matter what.Instead, for the first time in twenty years, I felt... annoyed.What is wrong with you? I demanded of myself. This woman risked everything for you. She spent two decades suffering because of what she did to save your life. You owe her everything.But the irritation remained, lodged beneath my ribs like a splinter I couldn't remove."Maria." I gently disentangled myself from her embrace. "I'm fine. It was just a scratch.""A scratch?" Her eyes widened with fresh tears. "Vito, someone tried to kill you—""A