Late at night, my phone buzzed with a photo.Against a dim background, Giuliana was bare from the waist up, wearing nothing but a necklace around her throat. It was the diamond necklace Vito placed on me himself when he proposed. He told me it symbolized the Madre of the Corti family.Below the photo, Giuliana's taunting message read, "Madre, the Don says this necklace looks better on me than it ever did on you."My chest tightened, and my breath stopped. I remembered that afternoon years ago in this very study, when Vito lifted this necklace from an antique velvet box and fastened it around my neck."Gia, wear this, and you'll be the only mistress of my life."His gaze back then was tender and focused. Now, this symbol of devotion had become another woman's weapon against me.I gripped my phone until my knuckles turned white, consumed by one thought—I was taking it back.I changed clothes, grabbed my car keys, and headed for the door. Two towering Soldati blocked my path."Mad
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