My phone lit up with a test message from Dad, Paolo Carozza."The bet is still on. The Carozza family will always be supporting you."His reply was brief yet powerful.I stared at his words, a bitter taste rising in my mouth. The joke we'd cracked just three years ago turned out to be real after all.I replied, "You don't have to intervene this time. I'll handle everything myself."Dad replied at once."I'll send Leo to assist you."Leo Giordano was Dad's Underboss, and he was someone to be trusted.I gripped the phone tightly in my hands as I stared at the string of numbers on the screen, feeling my fingers running cold.In the past three years, my husband, Carlos Zappa, had been incredibly attentive to me. He spent millions of dollars on buying jewelry for me, tens of thousands of dollars on private fireworks displays, and even burned his contracts worth hundreds of millions of dollars just to light up my cigarette.It didn't matter if it were money, power, or love—if he ha
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