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Chapter 1

The third time the pain ripped through my lower belly, my mind went blank and I bolted out of the office.Enzo Moretti's voice cut me off, low and hard. "It's working hours. Where do you think you're going?"Standing before the man I was about to marry, I couldn't stop my eyes from welling up. "My stomach hurts.""Your stomach issues are nothing new." Enzo's gaze was heavy. "As the future lady of the Moretti family, can you hold out a little longer?"My breath caught. "But there's a reason this time—I'm really hurting...""Corinne." His voice was gentle, but the words carried an edge that left no room for argument. "If you're going to be my Donna, you have to be capable of sitting in that seat. Listen to me. Go back.""It's rush hour. Traffic's a nightmare. When the break rolls around, I'll drive you myself."Dazed, I turned and sank back into my chair, over and over telling myself: Enzo has a point.But for some reason, my eyes ached like they were about to burst.Enzo held himself to

Chapter 2

The next day, I started looking for a flight out of the country.But just the plane ticket alone was no small expense.I went through every bank card I had and managed to scrape together only two hundred dollars. Pathetic.After I joined the Moretti family's company, no matter how much I gave, it was treated as an obligation—something I owed. Enzo had never once paid me a salary.I'd been forced to burn through my savings, and now I was flat broke.But I was leaving no matter what. I reached out to Finance, hoping to get half a year's pay in advance.The accountant stammered, "Mr. Moretti already told me—no special favors for you...""How is this a special favor?!" My voice shot up, disbelief cutting through.The Moretti family prided itself on taking care of its people. When other employees made similar requests, they were always approved. Why was it different when it came to me?Furious, I headed straight to the Moretti corporate tower.Enzo was in a meeting. I told the assistant I h

Chapter 3

I called five times in a row. No answer. On the sixth, it went straight to voicemail.Enzo had blocked me.My fingertips went white.Just then, Elara pulled out her phone and called Enzo too.The line barely rang once before Enzo picked up—like he couldn't bear to make Elara wait a second longer. His voice was full of concern. "Elara, what's wrong?""Enzo!" I forced down the coppery taste of blood rising in my throat and demanded, sharp and cold, "What gives you the right to put my project and my bonus under Elara's name?"The moment he heard my voice, Enzo's tone turned to ice. "Corinne, how long are you going to keep making a scene?""Elara is an intern. She needs projects to back her up. You're a Moretti wife—and you're fighting an intern over credit? So petty. Aren't you ashamed?"It felt like a blade had carved a bloody wound straight through my heart. I swallowed every bit of the pain and said, stubborn and raw, "I did the project. The bonus should be mine!""If you don't give it

Chapter 4

The Moretti estate was lit up inside and out, buzzing with life.In the main hall, I wore a champagne-colored gown. Enzo's arm was around my waist as we made the rounds, toasting every notable in the room with practiced grace.To outsiders, we looked like the perfect pair.But I noticed how his gaze kept drifting past the crowd—landing on the young woman in the little white dress, surrounded by a cluster of young heirs, laughing and flushed. Elara.One of the men leaned in a little too close, his drunken eyes turning bold. Elara instinctively threw a pleading look in Enzo's direction.The hand on my waist was gone—just like that. Enzo pushed through the crowd, strode to Elara's side, and pulled her against him."This is someone the Moretti family looks after. Gentlemen, show some respect." His tone was the same one he always used—no room for argument.I stood where I was. The chill of the iced champagne seeped through the glass into my body. Nearby whispers pricked at my ears like need

Chapter 5

Enzo's POVAfter sending the text, Enzo didn't wait for Corinne's reply. He set his phone down and went right back to work.This, in his mind, was already the biggest concession he'd ever made to Corinne.By the time he picked up his phone again, it was night.But the message thread was empty.She hadn't even sent back a single "Okay."Enzo's fingertips tightened around the phone, his expression darkening.Corinne was too spoiled. Something as important as their wedding—and she was using it as leverage to throw a tantrum?Just then, the study door cracked open. Elara's voice came soft through the gap. "Enzo, can I come in?"Enzo's expression eased a little. "Come in."Elara smiled. "Enzo, I'm here to hand in a proposal."Enzo took it. One glance up and down, and his brows knitted together.It was a document riddled with mistakes. Ever since Corinne became his secretary, he hadn't seen work this sloppy.He pointed out several errors in one breath. When he saw Elara's nose turn a pitiful

Chapter 6

Enzo's POVMorning came quickly.Time ticked by. The auspicious hour for the ceremony drew closer—and Corinne still hadn't shown."Enzo." Elara appeared in a dress that looked almost like a wedding gown, her face anxious. "Where did Corinne go?""This is your wedding—the biggest day of your life, and it affects the Moretti family's reputation! How can she joke around like this? Go missing like this?"Enzo's fingers curled into a fist. Under his tailored suit, his muscles were taut.Elara was right. Corinne was taking this too far. This wasn't the time or place for her tantrums.But he knew, more clearly than that, that what he felt wasn't anger. It was unease—thick and suffocating, like scalding blood crashing through his veins, stealing his breath."Enzo!" Elara took his arm, stepping closer. "How about I stand in for Corinne and complete the ceremony first?""It's not good to leave the guests waiting. Don't worry—it's just for show. The title of Mrs. Moretti will only ever be Corinne

Chapter 7

Enzo's POVThe video opened with Corinne's voice, light and easy. "Enzo, by the time you see this, I've already started a better life. One without you.""This is my gift to you.""You think your little Elara is really so sweet and innocent?"The moment those words landed, Elara's dark, twisted face appeared dead center on the screen.Enzo recognized the background instantly—Corinne's office.It was the surveillance footage from her office.The camera had been tucked into a corner, hidden so well you'd never notice it unless you looked.His steps stopped dead. His jaw tightened. He looked at Elara, whose face had gone bone-white, and the unease and dread in his chest hit their peak.Then he heard it—"I—I think I might be pregnant! Elara, please, you have to tell Enzo!""...Guards, keep an eye on her. Don't let her leave early. And not a word about what happened here to Mr. Moretti."He couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. He saw the blood pooling beneath Corinne's feet—and

Chapter 8

Enzo's POVIt was the seventh day the Moretti family had stayed silent on the scandal.The seventh day their stock had hit the floor, limit down, over and over.And the seventh day since Corinne'd disappeared without a trace.Inside the company, the shareholders were pacing in circles, hounding the assistant. "Has Mr. Moretti come up with anything?""Just hold a press conference. Even one statement, and PR can keep working the narrative. We can still salvage this."But if it was like the past seven days—if Enzo kept shutting himself in his bedroom, drinking himself stupid, refusing to engage—Then the Moretti family could just sit back and wait to die.The assistant let out a long sigh, shouldered the burden, and knocked on Enzo's door.A slurred "Come in" came from inside.The assistant pushed the door open and nearly coughed from the wall of alcohol and cigarette smoke that hit him.Through the haze, Enzo was slumped on the floor, a bottle in his hand. His eyes were unfocused. "Did y

Chapter 9

Two years later."Corinne, the meeting's in an hour."I nodded at my assistant, took the documents I knew by heart, and pushed the door open.Vincent Palermo was seated at the head of the table. When our eyes met, he curved a smile, silently asking if I was ready.I nodded back, took the seat beside Vincent, and looked down at the papers in my hand.The cover read, in bold: Moretti Family Corporation Acquisition.A second later, the assistant knocked. "Mr. Moretti is here."Vincent and I rose together. My gaze landed on Enzo as he walked in—calm, unrippled. "Mr. Moretti. Good morning. I'm Corinne Worth, manager at the Palermo family company. I'll be handling this acquisition."Two years apart, and Enzo looked like a stranger.I found the man in front of me barely matched the figure in my memory.This Enzo was a wreck. These past two years, he'd had no heart for the business. The group had bled out, piece by piece, until it was reduced to being acquired.This Enzo had none of the drive

Chapter 10

He loved me.Never having told me to my face.Once the confession was out, everything after it came easier.Enzo spoke fast, veins bulging at his temples from the rush, his voice thick with a sob he couldn't hold back. "I—I looked for you for so long. I thought I'd never see you again...""I love you. Only after you left did I realize how deep it went.""I did so many things to hurt you. Not a moment goes by that I don't think about you. Without you, these two years, I've been a walking corpse."Then he stepped forward and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers tight through mine. "Corinne, come back with me. We'll get married. I'll treat you well for the rest of my life. Let's just live our lives together..."Smack!Before he could finish, I struck his hand away, hard. My voice was ice. "Enzo. Have some self-respect.""I have nothing to do with you anymore. This is the Palermo family. We're strangers."My calm expression had flickered—just barely—when he said I love you. But only for an

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