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Chapter 1

Late at night, the entire manor was lit up. I sat alone at the long dining table and relit the candles on the birthday cake.“Eliza, stop waiting.“The Don said he has business tonight. He’s not coming back.”The lighter clicked open and shut in my palm, its faint blue flame flickering in the dark. I stared at the unsteady fire and replied calmly, “If he doesn’t come back, then I’ll keep waiting. He promised he would spend my birthday with me every year. I’m going to wait for him.”I refused to believe he would forget my birthday. Mark Carillo was the youngest Mafia Don in Sicily. When he gave his word, he kept it. He had never broken a promise. He had taken a family that was on the brink of collapse and turned it into a force that now controlled half the Mediterranean underground scene, all because he always honored his word.By three in the morning, the manor was still silent. He wasn’t coming back, and everyone understood that. The living room was filled with bodyguards in ta

Chapter 2

Over the next few days, the wind sweeping through Sicily carried the chill of early spring. It cut through layers of clothing and seeped straight into your bones.I stood on the top floor of an abandoned factory, wind rushing through the broken windows. From somewhere below, the dull sounds of fists and kicks echoed faintly through the empty structure.Paolo held out a cigarette to me. I lifted my hand and pushed it away.“No. Mark doesn’t like it when I smoke.”Then, I turned to him. “By the way, look into the woman Mark brought back last night.”“You want to investigate the Don’s woman?” Paolo asked. “Eliza, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The Don won’t be happy if he finds out.”“And if I insist? Paolo, are you helping me or not?”He sighed. “Eliza, you’re my friend. Of course I’ll help you. But let me tell you something: you’re the smartest woman I’ve ever met, so you should understand better than anyone that love is the last thing that should exist in our world.”He shov

Chapter 3

“Eliza, all the information we could get is here.”Inside the car, Paulo handed me a thick stack of files. The data was pitifully sparse, but then, this was probably all Mark wanted me to see.Lillian White was nineteen years old, ten years younger than Mark. Her parents were both dead, and she had grown up in an orphanage in Palermo. Her social connections were simple and limited.“The Don treats her… differently,” Paulo murmured in my ear.Could it be that Lillian was Mark’s true love?I bit my nails, lost in thought. Mark had clawed his way to where he was now. By this point, he had no weak spots. He was young, ruthless, and brilliant. I had watched him build his family into the empire it was today, so I wasn’t sure whether seeking revenge on him was right or wrong.It was right because I had become his confidante, trusted as deeply as his own underboss.It was wrong because I hadn’t anticipated how rapidly his power would grow, making revenge far harder than I had imagined.

Chapter 4

I was dizzy from his kiss. Unintentionally, our eyes met, and in those deep, dark orbs, fragments of starlight shimmered. Even his smile carried a dangerous charm.I lowered my gaze and finally pushed him away.“Are you angry?” He pinched my cheek, his tone teasing. “I missed your birthday, and now you’re a little hissing cat?”“You’re the cat…” I couldn’t help snapping back.However, he nuzzled the side of my neck with his nose. “You’re a crazy, fierce, and stubborn woman, and yet, you fascinate me.”Before I could respond, he lifted me onto the marble countertop and bent down to kiss me again.The broth on the stove was still bubbling, but he kissed with urgency and intensity. My breath came in quick, shallow gasps as I clutched his jacket tightly. When he finally let go, a smile lingered in his eyes, but there was no trace of desire.“Do you know why I brought Lillian back with this wound?”He pulled out a photograph and handed it to me. I took it, and my eyes widened instan

Chapter 5

I was pressed against the kitchen counter, feeling my back dampen with cold sweat.Fighting down the unease, I forced a smile at him. “Of course. I love you. I would never lie to you.”He studied me quietly, lost in thought. I knew this man, when deeply suspicious, could at any moment pick up a gun and end my life. Then, unexpectedly, he let out a soft chuckle, his hand grazing my waist with a measured, almost casual pressure.“Indeed,” he murmured. “It’s just a photo together… It doesn’t really prove anything.”He released me, his smile light and effortless. He even picked up a ladle to stir the broth in the pot. “Dinner’s ready, isn’t it? I’m hungry, Eliza,” he said, his gaze locked on me.“Food’s ready. Just wait a moment.” I straightened my clothes, nodding. Only when my fingertips brushed the hem did I notice how soaked my back had become from the cold sweat.During that meal, I chewed mechanically. Truthfully, every day with Mark felt the same, and I never truly tasted an

Chapter 6

I barely slept that night. By the time I got up the next morning, Mark was already gone. I took a shower, trying to calm myself down. The deal Mark mentioned was scheduled for midnight at the port of Genoa, so I still had time to prepare. However, I first had to figure out two things.The first thing I had to figure out was who Lilian was. If she really were Mark’s weakness, then revenge would be simple. However, if she wasn’t, then she was targeting me, trying to drive me away from him. Her true purpose remained a mystery.The second thing was to figure out whether my identity had been exposed, and that worried me the most. Mark was cunning and ruthless, and no one could predict his next move. Everyone in the family feared him because he could smile at you while sending you to meet your maker.My father, on his deathbed, had gripped my hand and said, “Make sure the Carillo family pays for every drop of blood.”For that promise, I had spent six years in the shadows, enduring the gn

Chapter 7

“Mark! I want to see Mark! You can’t do this to me! Let me see him!”The chains on my wrists clanked loudly as I pulled, but the only answer was the howl of the sea wind outside the warehouse. I screamed until my throat burned, curling up on the cold concrete floor. It wasn’t fear that made me shiver; it was the cold.I had long suspected that Mark doubted me, but I never imagined he would be so decisive in selling me out. Never mind the six years we’d shared, but for the life-threatening blow I took for him and taking the blame for him, he should have trusted me more. Yet, he didn’t, all because of a few words from Lilian.I bit my nails out of habit, my mind racing. As I thought about it, I grew increasingly convinced that something was off. However, right now, the only thing I knew for certain was that I couldn’t die.My revenge wasn’t finished. I couldn’t just disappear without explanation, and the only person who could save me now was Mark. No one would spend six birthdays wit

Chapter 8

However, Mark left in the end.Did that mean it was over for me? No. Never. I pressed my back against the wall, forcing myself to stay calm, but I couldn’t give up. I tapped the railing, thinking through my situation.The truth was, I didn’t even know if Lilian had really lied to him. What I said earlier was just a gamble. Mark was suspicious by nature. If he doubted Lilian for even a second, I would have my chance.Three days later, Ron yanked me up by my hair.“Get up. Bill’s taking you for a medical check. After all, if your organs aren’t good, they won’t sell for much. But don’t worry,” he added casually, “you can survive with one kidney…”With that, I was shoved into a car.I hadn’t eaten or drunk anything for days, so my mind was foggy, and nightmares kept tearing through me. In my dreams, I saw my fiancé, Vito, collapsing, my father being murdered, and my first kill in front of Mark.That day, I had killed my father’s Consigliere with my own hands, just to gain Mark’s t

Chapter 9

“Why are you so quiet? Aren’t you usually loud?”On the way to the operating theatre, Bill spoke to me for the first time in days.I, who had been silent all this time, finally lifted my head and looked at him. “Do you want to make a bet?”He sneered. “A bet about what?”I tilted my head, watching the shadows of trees flicker past the window. “That I won’t die.”Later, the surgery was over, and I didn’t die. I spent more than forty days lying in the basement, counting the days by the scratches carved into the wall.When I was hungry, I ate the sour, rotten food they gave me. When I was thirsty, I drank the filthy water. Whenever I felt myself slipping toward unconsciousness, I pinched my own skin with my nails, thinking of my father and Vito, forcing myself to stay awake.Then, one day, someone yanked me roughly to my feet.“Damn it, what’s your relationship with the Don?” Bill looked panicked. “Aren’t you the traitor?”I smiled. “What’s wrong?”He slapped my face. “Why are y

Chapter 10

Mark took me back to his cliffside estate. Everything seemed like it had returned to the way it was, yet somehow it was different.He never let anyone stay here, but holding me close, he said, “From now on, this is your home– No, our home.”I also saw Lillian one last time. She was being held back, her face twisted, screaming wildly, “Don! I love you! You can’t do this to me! She’s the traitor! You can’t trust her, Mark! You’ll regret it! She doesn’t love you. She’s been lying to you all along!”The moment Mark heard the word “traitor,” his expression changed instantly. He grabbed an antique vase from the table and smashed it across Lilian’s face. I shivered beside him, unable to hide it.He immediately turned to me, pulling me into his arms, whispering, “Eliza, don’t be afraid. It’s over now.”He kissed my neck and shoulders, his eyes almost desperate. “You love me… don’t you?”I didn’t answer. Yet, he held me for a long, long time.Mark treated me very well, so well that it am

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