Semua Bab After 7 Years of Going Dutch, I Returned Home as a Mafia Heiress: Bab 11

The days were long, but the years were short.International acquisitions closed, one after another. The soldati under my command were honed into weapons of absolute loyalty.On weekends, I would go to the penthouse shooting range for target practice, throw parties on yachts with friends from the business world, or simply enjoy the breeze quietly on the terrace of the estate.Eventually, I met someone new. A new relationship bloomed. A marriage was planned.The night of my engagement, I was curled up lazily in a leather sofa at the estate, twisting the pigeon's blood ruby on my ring finger.My private phone, resting on the coffee table, lit up.I swiped the screen. It was a short text from an unsaved number:[Vivian, will you really never look back?]I stared at it expressionlessly for two seconds.Then I hit the lock button and placed the phone face down on the table.My fiancé, Luca, the heir to another powerful family, walked over from the bar carrying two glasses of bourbon on the r