All Chapters of The Betrayal Before Our Vows: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My dad, Carlos Cecere, sounded excited on the phone."Have you really thought it through, Katerina? The D'Angelo family is declining, and if it weren't for your insistence back then, I would never have thought that a marriage alliance with them would have been a good choice anyway."You're my only daughter, and I'm really happy that you can shoulder the family responsibility instead."I'll be sending a convoy to pick you up and bring you back to Chitchily in three days, back to your birthplace, the headquarters of the Cecere Famiglia."After ending my phone call with Papa, my phone suddenly began ringing again, and this time, it was a call from my best friend, Delila Rusconi.I stared coldly at the blinking phone screen and didn't answer her call.I had known her for more than half of my life, and I'd always thought of her as my "best friend". She came from the slums, but now, she was acting like a leech that I could never get rid of. In fact, she didn't even have mercy on my fia

Delila's pretense vanished at once. Her carefully cultivated, gentle disposition suddenly turned cold and ruthless. A chilling smile appeared on her bright, red lips."Oh, so you've finally figured it all out? You're so slow. We've been together for two years. Luca himself said that he preferred to be with me."She spoke in a cruel manner, meaning to torment me. Her words sent a sharp pain through my chest.My voice trembled as I said, "But Delila… I was the one who brought you out of the slums…""Yeah, you did. So what? You kept talking about it for the past five years just to flaunt your kindness and compassion to every person you saw! You were simply using my misery to highlight your own greatness!"You're such a freaking hypocrite, Katerina Cecere!"My eyes were wide with shock."You've always thought of it like that?""Was I wrong to think so?"Delila glared at me. Her eyes were gleaming maliciously."All I'm doing now is just 'repaying' you for your great 'kindness'! Lu

Just as Delila had hoped, the lifeguards searched the entire sea all day and night, but they couldn't find a single trace of me.Luca stayed on the deck of the yacht. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the sea.Delila stayed next to him to keep him company while offering feigned, gentle comfort."You need to take good care of yourself, Luca. Katerina will be fine. She's too kind a person for the gods to take her away from you. They won't be so cruel."While speaking, tears began streaming down her face."Even though she only fell in because she wanted to kill me, I still don't blame her for it. I want her to come back safely too."Luca never spared her a single glance, and he didn't respond to anything she said either. He just stared out at sea while constantly calling up the lifeguards to check in with them.Early the next morning, the life raft finally came back to the yacht.Luca nearly fainted and fell into the sea when he saw them coming back empty-handed."Signore D'Angelo

The person at the wedding who looked exactly like me was indeed me.After that heartbreaking farce at sea, I thought that it would be the end for me. Instead, it unexpectedly changed the trajectory of my life.Papa must have secretly sent people to look out for me after my last phone conversation with him. Shortly after I began to sink, a bodyguard pulled me up and saved my life.I didn't go back to the yacht nor ask to see Luca again. Instead, I told the bodyguard, who introduced himself as Raimondo Galante, to bring me straight back to Chitchily.Luca could go ahead and think that I'd drowned in that icy water. I wanted him to live in remorse and guilt for the rest of his life.When I got back home, I broke down and cried for a very long time. Papa watched me cry and pulled me into his arms in a warm, comforting hug."Pull yourself together. It's not too late yet, and you're still going to live to see the sun tomorrow. I'm going to send some people his way to teach him a good l

After I got together with Adriano, he never forced me to do anything against my will, nor did he pressure me into accepting his feelings immediately.Aside from handling his own affairs, he would quietly stay by my side every day. He'd even cook all sorts of delicious meals for me. And after learning about my preferences for milder flavors, he adjusted every recipe and made them all to my liking. Even so, they were still as delicious as ever.I would always feel the most at ease every time I saw him bustling about in the kitchen with an apron around his waist.Sometimes, I would tell him gently, "You don't always have to worry about me when you're so tired and busy yourself."He'd then smile faintly at me and serve up another dish, saying, "I'll never be tired as long as you continue to enjoy your food."No matter how busy he got, he would always find time to have meals with me, accompany me on walks, and more. He rarely ever said anything sentimental, but he warmed my heart littl