Chapter One | Uncle AlessandroMarianneI stared at the photograph in my mother’s hand, my brows pulling together. The man in the image looked like sin wrapped in an expensive black suit — tall, broad-shouldered, with long sleek black hair pushed back from a dangerously handsome face. His eyes were dark, piercing, like he could see through the camera and straight into whoever was looking.“Who is that?” I asked.Mom didn’t answer right away. She just kept smiling, a strange, dreamy look on her face that made my stomach twist.“That,” she finally said, her voice soft, “is your Uncle Alessandro.”I blinked. “My what?”She turned the phone toward me again, almost reverently. “Your father’s younger brother. He’s been in Italy for years. But he’s coming here soon.”I let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “We’ve never heard a word about him. Not once. And now, two weeks after Dad dies, he suddenly wants to play family?”Mom’s cheeks flushed deeper. “He’s very rich, Marianne. Powerful. He ask
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