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Chapter 1

I woke up from the nightmare of my stillbirth only to find a new one waiting. In the hallway, I heard my husband, Don Massimo, plotting with the doctor."Boss, the baby's dead. What if the Donna suspects something?" Valenti, the doctor, added nervously.Pain ripped through my stomach, but I had to hear the rest of his twisted plan."She won't," his voice was terrifyingly calm. "I'll bring her Bianca's son. I'll tell her he's ours. As for the other one, the dead one… wipe the records clean.""He was my son, too. But he's dead. Find a decent plot and bury him," his voice cracked for a fraction of a second. Then the ice returned."And one more thing. That new sterilization drug the hospital has? Give it to Arabella."Dr. Valenti's voice trembled. "Boss, that drug… the Donna just delivered a stillborn. Her body is extremely weak. She'll be barren. Permanently.""Do it," Massimo's voice was ice. "I promised Bianca her son would be my only heir. Arabella can't have any more children. No loos

Chapter 2

The screen lit up. A message from Bianca, sent two weeks ago:"My love, the ultrasound today was perfect. The baby is so healthy. The sunset in Miami is beautiful. Wish you were here to see it with me."Miami?I scrolled up. Every message was a knife in my heart.For the past eight months, Massimo had told me he was in Colombia, handling business.Lies. All of it.He was on his private island in Miami with Bianca, waiting for her to give birth.There were pictures. One after another.Massimo teaching Bianca to shoot, his hand covering hers, correcting her stance.Massimo painting her portrait, making her look like a goddess.Massimo peeling grapes for her, feeding them to her one by one.A killer with blood on his hands, peeling grapes for his whore.And me?I was at home, waiting alone, worrying about him every single day.Every time he called with a "business update," I was too anxious to sleep.I even lit candles for him at church, praying for his safety.What a fool I was.I rememb

Chapter 3

Bianca gasped, covering her mouth in delight. "Massimo, you're too good to me!"She rose onto her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.The air in the living room went still.Massimo took an awkward step back. "Bianca's just… excited," he explained, looking at me. "We grew up together, she's always been more affectionate. She just had a baby, no husband around… try to be understanding, Arabella."Understanding? I watched Bianca's coy smile and felt my stomach churn."Massimo's right," Bianca cooed, running her hands over the expensive leather. "You've always been the only one who's good to me."Her fingers brushed against the back of Massimo's hand, a touch so intimate it felt like a challenge.Catching my glare, Bianca suddenly clutched her forehead, swaying as if she was about to faint, and collapsed into Massimo's arms."I… I feel so dizzy all of a sudden. So tired. Can you take me upstairs to rest?"Massimo’s arms shot out to catch her by pure instinct. In his haste, his elbow slam

Chapter 4

"Massimo!" Bianca sobbed, burying her face in his chest. "She's jealous of me! Jealous of the jewels your mother gave me, jealous of the gifts you bought me!""She said she was going to kill me and our son!"I scrambled up from the ground, blood dripping from my scraped palms."Bianca, you—""Enough!" Massimo cut me off, his eyes burning with a rage that terrified me. "Just because my mother doesn't like you, you have to take it out on Bianca?""You want bags and jewels? I can buy you anything!" his voice rose. "All you have to do is be obedient! Stop this goddamn jealousy!""We have an heir to raise together! I won't have you acting like this!"An heir?I couldn't stop the cold, bitter laugh that escaped my lips."What heir, Massimo? Is our heir even still alive?"Massimo's face went pale."Why was security pulled from the gala, Massimo? Why did I almost bleed to death on that floor? Don't you have an answer for me?""What the hell are you talking about?" Massimo clutched Bianca tight

Chapter 5

The screen lit up. The church fell dead silent.The first image was from a hospital security camera.Massimo’s voice echoed through the chapel, cold and clear."No one tells Arabella the truth. I want her to raise my son with Bianca as her own.""And that new drug from the hospital… the one that ensures a woman can never conceive again. Make sure Arabella gets it."The blood drained from Bianca’s face.Massimo’s hands began to shake. The baby in his arms sensed his fear and began to cry."This can't be..." he muttered.But the screen kept playing.Next came photos and videos from Massimo’s phone.Him, teaching Bianca to shoot, their bodies close.Him, painting her portrait, a tender moment.A deep kiss in the glass studio on Lake Michigan.Every frame was proof of his betrayal."My God, is this real?" someone whispered from the pews. "What about Mrs. Falcone? Does she know?"Then came the kill shot: A voice memo.It was Massimo in Miami, making a promise to Bianca."Baby, don't you wor

Chapter 6

The manor was silent. Deathly silent.I pushed open the main doors. Only empty hallways greeted me.Arabella’s paintings, gone. Her favorite piano, gone. Even the dancing shoes she left by the door... gone.It was like she was never here.I ran upstairs and threw open our bedroom door. Her side of the closet was empty.On her vanity, her perfume, her jewelry box, her makeup—all of it, gone.Only my things were left, lonely in this massive room.I tore through the drawers like a madman, hoping for a sign, any trace she’d left behind.Nothing.Downstairs, I smelled something burning. The fireplace. Embers still glowed in the hearth.I got closer. My heart stopped.In the black ashes, I recognized a few letters.Our marriage certificate. She’d burned the only proof of our life together. Three years, turned to ash.A sharp pain twisted in my gut."Massimo!"The door flew open. Bianca rushed in, my mother Maria right behind her."Why aren't you answering your phone?" Bianca demanded. "It’s

Chapter 7

Screams from the basement cut through the night.I walked down the stone steps, each one heavy as a tombstone.Bianca was chained in the center of the interrogation room. Her dress was torn, her face a mask of terror."Massimo!" she cried, her voice trembling. "Please, let me go! I didn't do anything!"I stopped in front of her, my eyes as cold as the grave."Didn't do anything?" I said slowly. "Bianca, I just heard a very interesting recording."Her face went white."That... that's a fake! Arabella faked it!"I pulled a knife from my jacket. A Falcone family heirloom."Bianca, I'm giving you one more chance." The tip of the blade pressed against her chin. "Tell me how my son died.""I don't know!" she shook her head wildly. "The baby was a stillborn! The doctor can prove it!""The doctor?" I gave a cold little smile. " Dr. Valenti? Funny thing. He had a little... accident last night. Brake failure. Tragic."A flash of pure fear crossed Bianca's eyes."So now," I said softly, "there's

Chapter 8

The sun in Florence was just as warm.I stood outside the private art restoration studio, looking through the glass.There she was.Arabella.She sat quietly at an easel, restoring a damaged portrait of the Madonna and Child.Golden sunlight fell on her, just like the day we first met.She looked focused, serene, as if the bloody chaos of our world couldn't touch her here.I was afraid to go in.Afraid to shatter this peace.My hand was shaking.Finally, I pushed the door open.A small bell chimed. She didn't turn around."Arabella..." My voice was a raw whisper.Her hand paused for a second, then went back to dabbing paint on the canvas."I know that sound," she said, her voice calm as a still lake. "The footsteps of Massimo Falcone. I'd know that walk anywhere."I took a few steps closer. I saw the painting she was working on.The Virgin Mary held the infant Jesus, her eyes full of love.But a corner of the painting was torn, right across the child’s face."Arabella, I came to...""A

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