Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Italian's Mistaken Vengeance: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Walking arm in arm with my father, Mauricio Rossetti, I could feel the eyes of everyone in the church on us.This is not just a wedding, much less a union between two people in love—nothing could be further from the truth. What the inhabitants of Florence are witnessing today is the end of a hundred-year-old war between two families. With this ceremony, we seal the enmity between the Rossettis and the Di Santes.Well, at least that’s what is expected.I look straight ahead and see my future husband with his back to me, waiting for me to reach his side. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my mother dabbing the corner of her eye, and on the other side, Gianluca Di Sante, my future father-in-law, gives me a look of satisfaction as he watches me walk toward the altar.When I finally reach the altar, I meet the intimidating gaze of Salvatore Di Sante. My future husband.My father takes my hand and kisses it before placing it upon the hand of this man, a complete stranger to me.The priest b

A ray of sunlight seeps through the curtains, announcing the arrival of a new day.This was supposed to be my morning as a newlywed, but Salvatore never showed up. I don't know whether to feel relieved or humiliated.So I sit up in bed, still wearing last night’s dress. My cell phone rings, and I frown, reaching out and stifling a yawn before answering.“Hello?”“I want you in the office in an hour.”Dad.“Good morning to you, too,” I whisper, standing up and stretching.He clears his throat.“How was your night? I mean… you know, are you with your husband?”I scoff.“No, Salvatore decided to have his own party,” I say with irony, and I hear my father choke.“What did you say?”“Nothing. Just joking,” I lie. “But we didn’t share a bed.” I hesitate. “I’m at the Portrait Firenze.”“I’ll send the chauffeur. I expect you here in an hour,” he repeats before hanging up.I drop the phone onto the bed, look around the room, and sigh. I stumble into the bathroom to prepare for the day.I check

Renzo’s words—I don’t care about you, and I never will—are still spinning in my head sometime later. It’s clear that this family guards what happens within its core fiercely. I must admit, it's interesting and, at the same time, it sparks my curiosity.I walk along the property's path, taking deep breaths, distancing myself from everything inside that house. I need a little time to myself. So, I left the stable and am now walking across the lawn, feeling the grass under my feet, sandals in hand.A part of me screams to run, that I’m still in time to send family duty to hell, but that’s not what’s expected of me.I breathe in deeply before releasing it, just as I hear a growl behind my back. Cautiously, I turn around to find two Cane Corsos snarling. I swallow and take a step back.“Nice little dogs,” I whisper, looking around for anyone, but it’s clear they are alone.I don’t have much time to think, so when they take a step forward, it’s my moment to run. I do, letting out a scream a

My first night under the Di Sante roof was sleepless. The entire drive back to the villa, Salvatore didn't utter a single word, his expression stoic. Once inside, everyone was already asleep—thank God—and I didn’t have to face the Di Sante harpies. To my surprise, I discovered Salvatore has his bedroom right next to mine. How did I figure that out? Simple: he stopped in front of the door next to mine, gave me a filthy look before walking in, and slammed the door shut, clearly unconcerned about whether the rest of the household was resting.Throughout the night, I couldn’t stop thinking that at any moment, one of the Di Santes might walk through that door and harm me.“Pathetic, Helena, pathetic,” I whisper to my reflection in the mirror while doing my best to conceal my dark circles and accentuating my eyes, finishing with a matte red lipstick.I finish my makeup, style my hair, and change for my first day at the hotel office. I give my black pantsuit a critical once-over; I’ve paired

POV. SALVATORE DI SANTE.I stride through the lobby of the financial complex where my offices are, ignoring everyone as I head to the elevator. I step inside, and the two occupants leave, abandoning me to my solitude.I press the top floor button, and the doors close without waiting for Renzo or Eva, who are lagging behind. The last thing I want is to talk to anyone, not after the ambush Rossetti pulled on me, but this won’t stand. He won’t even know what hit him.That damned conniving old man.The doors open, and I step out of the elevator.I pass the reception, and halfway down the hall, I find Luciana, my assistant, looking flustered.“Mr. Di Sante…”“Not now.” I raise my hand, silencing her.“But…”I glare at her, and she stops dead in her tracks, falling behind. I enter my office and slam the door shut, open the door to the terrace, and let my gaze lose itself in the middle of the city. I take a deep breath to keep from losing my shit.The anger I feel right now threatens to drow