He stood over her for a moment, looking down at her as if she were something foul at his feet. By then, she had already gone pale. She knew exactly what kind of man he was, and exactly what kind of family he came from. Men like Lorenzo could be generous when pleased, but once they turned cruel, there was no limit to it.“If Adela doesn’t forgive you,” he said at last, his voice low and cold, “then you don’t need to keep breathing.”That was what finally broke her.She started begging at once. She cried, swore she had only done it because she loved him, and tried to grab at him. He didn’t answer. He simply turned and walked out, leaving her on the floor.Only then, I think, did Vera understand what she had tied herself to. Without me there, Lorenzo was not heartbroken. He was dangerous.When he got back to the estate, he started calling everyone who had ever known me.Friends. Former classmates. People from the years before I entered the De Luca family. He called until there was no one
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