Five years after my death, I saw Damian again during the Moretti family's final trial. He wore a wedding ring, and Cecilia stood beside him. She was the woman who had stepped over my body, stolen credit for saving him, and taken the place that should have been mine.The iron doors of the underground trial chamber slammed shut behind me. Cold white lights flickered on overhead, one after another, revealing every face around the long table. They all looked much older than they had five years ago.So did Damian. At eighteen, he had been a nameless kid from the old district with an injured shoulder, a lousy temper, and not enough money in his pocket for a decent meal. Now he stood straight in a perfectly cut black suit, with the most powerful members of the Moretti family behind him.He had completed ninety-nine family trials in five years. This was the last one, the final test he had to pass before officially taking control of the Moretti family.And I was the first question this trial ha
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