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CHAPTER SIXTY ONE.CALISTAI chose not to touch the food, sitting with it in front of me for what felt like hours and ignoring the warm aroma from it that was twisting my stomach into something with pain. Eventually the door opened again and a masked and gloved person pulled the tray back out, untouched. The person said no word about and gave no reaction at all, and all that followed was the closing of the door and the return of the silence around me.I had no way to know if refusing had been the right choice or the wrong one, and that not knowing was its own kind of torture, which was worse in some ways than the hunger or the broken sleep.The days kept on blurring, and I wasn't even able to track if it was the seventh or eight day I had been in there. Even the counting I used to keep my brain focused was not reliable anymore, because the cracks in the ceiling were no longer quite where I remembered them to be, and my own heartbeat was sometimes too fast and sometimes too slow for me

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREERHEYESThe Caruso dinner was held at their own estate, a huge and intimidating villa that was situated an hour outside the city. I arrived with Lui on my arm, performing the exact role she had demanded from me…smiling at the right moments and offering my hand to the guests, with every gesture made to look real enough to pass for genuine affection.Matteo Caruso came to meet us at the door himself, and he turned out to be a man that was close to my own age, except that he was dressed unnecessarily expensively and was desperate for validation. He had the careless confidence of someone who had never once had to fight for anything he wanted, and something about the way his eyes moved over Lui on my arm told me exactly how my father and Don Lanchi intended for this friendship to develop, regardless of what either of us actually wanted from it."Don Rheyes," Matteo said, shaking my hand with a grip that was just a little too firm. "An honor… My father speaks highly of th

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVECALISTAI couldn't breathe as Yelena’s eyes remained fixed on me with the kind of patient attention I knew very well to be dangerous in this place. She didn't really look shocked or look like someone who had just stumbled onto a secret by accident… She looked like someone who had actually been waiting quietly, for exactly this kind of opening."You already know what you said," Yelena said when I opened my mouth to speak and words didn't come out. "There's no point in pretending otherwise."My mind raced through every possible way out of this…from lying, threatening her, or even begging her, but none of them felt like they would actually work against someone who was clearly already three steps ahead of whatever I tried next."It's nobody," I said finally, forcing a calmness I didn't really feel into my voice. "It's just a name from a dream. It doesn't mean anything.""A dream?" Yelena asked with amusement in her voice now. "You said it like you were praying, Calista.

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVENRHEYESLui was in her sitting room when I got back, going through fabric samples for some wedding details that I had stopped bothering to track months ago. Her obsession with the wedding was irritating me as much as her presence in my life, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I finally snapped on that too…family ties and all be damned."You left early," she said slowly. "Marco said you took the small car and had no escort with you. He was worried.""Marco worries about everything," I said dismissively, with no interest whatsoever in her opinion."He should," Lui replied, putting down the fabric sample and looking at my face the way she always did when she wanted to know exactly how much ground she still held. "You look like you've been up all night, darling.""I have actually," I said."Trouble," she said, and it was more of a statement than a question, with a hint of amusement in the way she said it, like my troubles were a constant reliable source of e

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINERHEYESThe Marchetti problem had been sitting on my desk for months, a slow and patient encroachment on the warehouse district along the eastern shipping routes, considered too small that my father's men had kept treating it as a nuisance rather than a threat. Three warehouses had been redirected under cover organizations, and a dockmaster had been quietly bribed into looking the other way. It didn't really look like anything dramatic that demanded an immediate response, and that was exactly why it had been allowed to grow for as long as it had.I called Marco and Antonio into my study the morning after Lui's sitting room went silent, laid the Marchetti files out across my desk, and told them that we were ending it that night."That's fast," Antonio said, studying the files with a frown. "We usually give these things a few weeks of thought and build the pressure slowly to let the other family understand what's coming before it arrives.""I'm done building pressure s