All Chapters of My Fiancé Betrayed Me When He Thought My Family Went Bankrupt: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I looked at the screen. Antonio had moved faster than I expected.In less than five minutes, he had erased every trace of me from his accounts, as if our three years together had been nothing but an illusion.My thumb strayed over the slightly worn engagement ring.It was not an expensive custom piece. Three years earlier, when Antonio was still a low-level hitman, he had bought it for me with the payment from his first job.That year, Sicily saw an unusually heavy snowfall, and he collapsed on the grounds behind the Moretti estate covered in blood.I defied my father, dragged him to my room, and stitched his wounds myself.I nursed him through three days and nights of fever.When his fever broke, he clutched the hem of my dress with his scarred hands."Lia, you saved me. My life is yours from now on. Whatever you ask of me, I’ll do it."Over the next three years, I once mentioned in passing that I liked the sea breeze, and he built me an overlook by the shore.When I suffered a minor

Antonio’s expression changed.Something clicked as I glanced toward the second floor.Sure enough, a man in a black suit standing at the turn of the staircase gave me a discreet look.I understood and gave the slightest nod.The Cassano family was Antonio’s greatest rival. This attack would undoubtedly be devastating.Antonio had no time to deal with me. He shot me one glare, then hurried away with all his men.I holstered my pistol and walked upstairs without expression.As I reached the second floor, the man in the black suit brushed past me and silently slipped a folded note into my palm.I entered the restroom and unfolded it. It contained a single line: 267 North Hill Road.I burned the note to ash with my lighter, dropped the remains into the toilet, and flushed them away.After leaving the club, I climbed back into the Maybach. "Federico, take me to 267 North Hill Road."I closed my eyes and ran through my revenge plan again and again. At last, my lips curled into a cruel smile.

"You were acting from the very beginning, Ophelia." Resentment roughened Antonio’s voice, as if he had finally grasped the truth.I nodded in silence and descended the steps, my heels ringing crisply against the stone.Isabella stood to one side, her face cold and her eyes filled with hatred. "It seems we really did underestimate you, Ophelia!"I swept past her and went straight to Antonio. As I had done so many times before, I straightened his slightly crooked tie. "Antonio, I taught you this: in Sicily, never trust appearances."I gave a quiet laugh and yanked his tie tight. "Look. This is where your choices have led you."Now you probably don’t have enough left in your accounts to buy a single bullet."Antonio closed his eyes. When he opened them again, one corner of his mouth twisted in self-mockery. "You saved my life. If I lose it to you, I can’t call that unjust."The words had barely left his mouth when several black SUVs stopped outside.A door opened, and Isabella’s father, o

I sat in the back of the speeding Rolls-Royce. Beside me, Antonio’s hands were bound behind his back.He leaned back and watched the London streets sweep past the window, as calm as if he were on vacation.Antonio spoke without warning, his voice unusually clear in the confined car. "Ophelia, Burns, a London underworld boss known as Silver Fox, has wanted the Medusa route for years. Your father’s disappearance is most likely connected to him."I turned my head and stared at him coldly. "You seem to know a good deal more about this than I expected."Antonio gave a quiet laugh and turned to meet my eyes, amusement flickering in his gaze. "In Sicily, anyone who wants to stay alive needs informants far beyond the island."The car stopped in front of a private estate.Federico opened my door, and I stepped out in my heels.The cold London wind rushed straight into my coat."Miss Moretti, Burns is here."I inclined my head and walked forward.Two rows of black-clad bodyguards stood at the ga

I next saw Antonio six months later.I had imprisoned him on the top floor of the cliffside lighthouse.When I pushed the door open, he was sitting in a wheelchair, looking out at the churning sea.His once-powerful body had wasted away, and his face was sickly pale.I walked up to him and looked down at him. "Thanks to you, the Moretti family now controls the entire Mediterranean arms trade. Antonio, I’m sitting comfortably on the throne you always wanted."Antonio smiled, resentment filling his eyes.Yet he asked for nothing. He merely sat in silence."Do you regret it, Antonio?" I leaned down, gripped his chin, and forced him to meet my gaze."Regret?"He looked at me, unfathomable emotions churning in his eyes. "In Sicily, regret is the cheapest emotion. I gambled and lost. The price is imprisonment in this lighthouse. I accept the outcome. Do whatever you wish with me."I gave a cold laugh and pulled a photograph from inside my coat.It showed Isabella laboring in a North African