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Chapter 1

My husband’s old flame killed my father, and I did the time for it. Three years.“Inmate 7734. Pack your shit. You’re out.”I slowly got to my feet.The concrete walls were covered in scratches. Every single one clawed there by my own nails. A tally of my despair.“Move it!” the guard barked, tapping his baton.I walked the long corridor, my footsteps echoing over the ghosts of the past three years.“Isabella Rossi, congratulations on your freedom.” The warden’s smile was so fake it hurt to look at. “Your husband has people waiting for you outside.”Husband?I almost laughed.I pushed open the last gate. The sunlight was so bright it made me squint.I hadn't seen light like that in three years.I stared at the black Lincoln parked by the curb.I knew the license plate, but the man leaning against the door wasn't my so-called husband.It was Marco, Lorenzo’s right-hand man.“Bella.” Marco hurried over. “The Don got held up. He sent me.”Held up? Or with someone more important?A bitter

Chapter 2

Cassandra?A welcome home party from her? The woman who threw me into hell now wants to play the forgiving angel?I stared at the perfect mask Lorenzo wore—the mask of the Don—and felt sick to my stomach.“She’s in there?”“Of course,” Lorenzo said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Cassandra’s been setting up since this morning. Didn’t even stop for lunch. She… she really wants to make it up to you.”Make it up to me? For killing my father and stealing my life? With a party?Lorenzo saw my blank expression, and a flicker of annoyance crossed his face. It was the look of a man whose patience was wearing thin. “Bella, Cassandra’s gesture…”“What gesture?” I cut him off, my voice flat.His expression hardened. Finally, he just said, “Get inside.”I walked straight for the main doors. Lorenzo was right behind me. The scent of his expensive cologne, once my safe harbor, now felt like poison in my lungs.Before we even entered, the chatter from inside slithered out like snake

Chapter 3

I stared at the glass of blood-red wine in Cassandra's hand. I didn't move.This wasn't an apology. It was a performance.A show for Lorenzo, a play about forgiveness and reconciliation. And I was the prop that had to play along."I don't drink," I said, my voice dead flat.Cassandra's face froze. Annoyance flashed in her eyes.The guests started whispering immediately. Their stares felt like needles."So ungrateful.""Miss Viti is being so gracious, and she's acting like this?"Lorenzo's face darkened completely.He stepped up beside me, his voice low and threatening. "Bella, don't make a scene. Drink it."I looked up, straight into his deep eyes. They used to be my entire sky."And if I don't?""This isn’t a request," he said, his voice dropping. "This is how it ends. Drink it."An end?My surrender, so he could put a neat little bow on his betrayal?I let out a cold laugh and turned my head away.Lorenzo was silent for a moment. The air felt thick enough to cut.When he spoke again,

Chapter 4

Acting?My heart plunged into an icy abyss.He would rather believe I was a manipulative actress than believe the real pain in my body."You think I was acting?" My voice was hoarse, laced with a bitter laugh.Lorenzo looked away, a flicker of unease on his face. His voice softened slightly. "Bella, that's not what I meant..."He reached for my hand. I pulled it back with all my strength.Three years in prison, plus the internal bleeding, had left me weak.But not too weak to refuse him."I know you've been through a lot," Lorenzo said, his voice gentle now, like he was calming a child throwing a tantrum. "But I need you to hold on a little longer."Hold on? For what? To watch him and Cassandra play out their epic romance while I faded into the background?“Two more wishes,” Lorenzo said, his voice flat, final. “Then we’re gone. Lake Como. Just us. We’ll never come back.”Lake Como.Our honeymoon spot. The most beautiful memory of our love.Now it was just another bargaining chip."Whe

Chapter 5

Lorenzo picked me up from the clinic himself. The drive was silent.The car stopped in front of our old home, the penthouse in Manhattan.This was our home. Our sanctuary. The place we’d built a life. Where we’d spent countless nights tangled in the sheets, whispering secrets into the dark.The moment the door opened, I froze.This wasn't my home anymore.The warm, cream-colored walls were gone, replaced with cold black and gray. The Italian sofa I'd picked out myself was gone.I walked to what used to be my art studio. My only sanctuary in this cold city.I pushed open the door. It was a gym now. A treadmill glowed with a soft blue light.My easel, my paints, my unfinished canvases…Every trace of me had been erased."Bella…" Lorenzo stood behind me, his voice tinged with an awkwardness he couldn't hide. "I… I was going to wait for you to get back before I cleaned up.""Cleaned up?" I stared at him. "Or erased? Erased every trace that I ever lived here?""No," he said quickly, gesturi

Chapter 6

Gunshots echoed down the street.People scrambled, screaming, a human stampede.Lorenzo didn't hesitate. He wrapped Cassandra in his arms, holding her tight."Don't be scared. I'm here," his voice was so gentle it could break your heart.Then he ran with her toward the exit.He never looked back. Not once.I stood there, watching them disappear through the door.He made the same choice he made three years ago.The crowd surged toward the exit like a tidal wave. Someone shoved me hard. I fell to the floor.A stampede of feet. A boot connected with my ribs. The sharp point of a stiletto heel ground into the back of my hand. Pain, white-hot and blinding, flared through me. My body, barely healed, screamed in protest."Help… me…" I tried to call out, but the sound was swallowed by the panic.No one stopped. No one even looked down.I was like a stray dog, curled up and abandoned in the corner of the shop.The taste of blood filled my mouth. My consciousness started to fade.The last thing

Chapter 7

The sting of Lorenzo’s handprint burned on my cheek.He stood over me, his chest heaving, the rage in his eyes still burning."Isabella, this isn't over."He spun on his heel and left.The door slammed shut, leaving me alone in the silence.I touched my cheek. My fingertips came away wet.Blood.Lorenzo's ring had cut my skin.I closed my eyes and laughed, a bitter, silent laugh.The man who once swore to protect me with his life had just struck me himself.The next morning, I was woken by a nurse’s gasp."Oh my god, Mrs. Romano, have you seen the news?"I took the remote and turned on the TV.The scandal about Antonio Viti was gone.In its place was a picture of me.A small, frail child, standing in a pool of blood.The crime scene from when I was six years old, when I watched my mother die.A news anchor read in a cold, detached voice:"Sources close to the family say Isabella Romano suffered from severe mental illness after witnessing a violent event in her childhood...""Psychologi

Chapter 8

I stood outside room 308, my hand clutching the white roses.Three years. I was finally here.I reached for the doorknob, but stopped when I heard a voice from inside."...so you see, old woman, what kind of person your precious granddaughter really is."It was Cassandra.What was she doing here?My hand froze in the air. I listened through the crack in the door."She killed her own father," Cassandra's voice was dripping with malicious glee. "Then she played the innocent victim and fooled everyone.""No… that's not… " a frail voice trembled in protest.Nonna.My heart hammered against my ribs."Oh? It's not?" Cassandra laughed. "Then why did she do three years in prison? Why did Lorenzo himself testify against her?""Isabella's not… she wouldn't…" Nonna's voice was getting weaker."She wouldn't?" Cassandra's laugh was even more piercing. "You're so naive, old woman. Your 'good' granddaughter is trying to kill me now, too."I heard the heart monitor begin to beep erratically.Beep-beep

Chapter 9

Lorenzo's POVThe next few days were hell. Cassandra, that psycho, was suffocating me.She’d dug up the Vitale family’s old territory maps, spread them all over my desk, and was constantly whispering in my ear, planning the new map of our combined territories.Over and over.I lost my patience. I shoved her away, my eyes burning with a rage I couldn't hold back.“The wedding. You handle it.”We had an agreement. This was just a show, a formality to honor her father's dying blood oath.But she kept bugging me about every little thing. Red roses or white lilies for the hall… shit like that. A dozen times a day.During the day, I was dealing with our shipment seized at the docks. At night, I had to put up with her fantasies. I was running on fumes.It was always late when I was done.Isabella got jumpy in the joint. She paces. She can’t sleep. I didn't want to wake her, so I’d been sleeping at the office like a stray dog.I knew Isabella had been wronged.I owe her. I’ll pay it back with

Chapter 10

Lorenzo’s POVFlashbulbs went off like a storm."Don Lorenzo, how will the Vitale merger affect the East Coast?""Is it true you left your ex-wife for true love?"The reporters' questions were like daggers.I was surrounded. Every flash felt like I was being stripped naked for the world to see.Cassandra squeezed in at the right moment, taking my arm, smiling like a real bride."We're very much in love," she cooed at the cameras, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Lorenzo would go against the world for me."I looked at her, and my stomach churned.But for the family, I had to see this last act through."Yes," I squeezed the words through my teeth. "Cassandra is... an important person in my life."Every word was like swallowing a nail.The reporters scribbled it down, satisfied. All I wanted was to end this damn ceremony and find Isabella.Finally, it was time for the vows.I stood at the altar, looking at the greedy, scheming smiles in the crowd. My heart felt like stone.Isabella, what wou

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