The entire estate fell silent. Every guest’s gaze fixed on Vincenzo as he stormed in.He wore a black suit streaked with dust, his hair plastered to his forehead, red veins spreading across bloodshot eyes.In his hand was the misshapen leather bag, battered and worn, making him look utterly defeated. It was an image unrecognizable compared to the once‑imperious Don Corleone.“Vincenzo, you dare make a scene at Ella’s engagement?” Leonardo rose instantly, positioning himself between Vincenzo and me. He held the pink diamond ring that hadn’t even made it onto my finger yet, his gaze cold as the Sicilian winter.“This is not your place to act recklessly. One more step, and I won’t hesitate to make sure you never leave this estate alive.”Vincenzo ignored Leonardo’s warning. He didn’t even glance at the soldati circling, his eyes locked solely on me. His voice rasped, roughened as if sandpaper had been rubbed over it a thousand times.“Ella, give me one more chance. I know I dese
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