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Chapter 1

My soul drifted out of the restaurant's heavy steel doors. I floated through the familiar halls of the family mansion and passed right through the solid oak doors of Matteo's study.Luca stood by the mahogany desk."Boss," Luca said. His voice dropped low. "The Donna has been in there for six days."Matteo did not even look up from his paperwork."She knows how to survive," Matteo said. "A few more days won't kill her."I hovered near the ceiling. I looked down at the man I had married.He wore a perfectly tailored suit. His hair was impeccably styled. He looked entirely unbothered."Tomorrow," Matteo added. He signed a document and tossed it aside. "I will let her out tomorrow. She will clean herself up. Then she will kneel and apologize to Sofia. Only then will we move past this."The study doors clicked open.Sofia walked in. She was barefoot. A thick cashmere blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders.She shivered slightly.Matteo dropped his pen instantly. His cold demeano

Chapter 2

Matteo walked down the grand staircase. My soul drifted right behind him.He pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant."Book the City Opera House for this weekend," Matteo ordered. He loosened his silk tie. "Sofia's birthday is coming up. Fly in that soprano she likes from Milan. And check on the custom dress from Paris. It needs to be perfect."He hung up. He smiled. He was planning a lavish party for the woman who ruined my life. I floated beside him. My ghostly chest heaved with a phantom ache.Just one week ago, Sofia returned from studying abroad. Matteo waited at the airport for three hours. He stood in the arrivals terminal with a massive bouquet of white roses.On that exact same day, a drunk driver smashed into the side of my car.The airbag deployed.Glass shattered across my face.Blood dripped into my eyes. I fumbled for my phone in the crushed wreckage. I dialed Matteo's number. My fingers shook violently.He answered on the fourth ring."Matteo," I gasped. I

Chapter 3

Five years earlier, I worked the night shift at a Brooklyn clinic.The waiting room was packed when Matteo staggered through the doors with blood soaking his shirt.Two men followed him, both carrying guns.“Move,” one of them barked.I looked at Matteo’s wound.“Put pressure on it and sit down.”His eyes sharpened.“Take the bullet out.”“You’re bleeding on my floor.”“I said, take it out.”I pulled on gloves and pointed toward the treatment room.“Then stop waving that gun around. You’re scaring my patients.”The room went silent.One of his men lifted his weapon.Matteo stopped him with a glance.For the first time, someone had refused him without begging.He sat on the table.I cut open his shirt, cleaned the wound, and removed the bullet while he clenched his jaw.“You’re lucky it missed an artery,” I said.“Lucky?”“You’re alive. Try sounding grateful.”His mouth twitched.“You talk too much.”“You threaten too much.”That was how we began.After that night, he kept finding reaso

Chapter 4

"This isn't her!" Matteo roared. He shoved my frozen shoulder hard. My stiff body crashed onto the ice-covered floor. My skull bounced against the frost. My dead eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Sofia shrieked. She stumbled backward and collapsed against the heavy doorframe. She covered her eyes with trembling hands. "Matteo! Oh my god!" Matteo didn't look down at me. He didn't check my pulse.He didn't touch my purple, frostbitten skin. He simply refused to accept the reality. He scooped Sofia into his arms. "Lock it down," he barked at the two armed guards. "Seal the door tight. Nobody goes in. Nobody comes out." I floated right above them. My ghostly fingers reached frantically for his face.They passed right through his custom Italian suit. I felt absolutely nothing. "She faked it," Matteo snarled. He marched down the dark hallway. "She bought someone off. That's a damn decoy." I drifted right after him. I couldn't believe his ridiculous words.He refused to

Chapter 5

The City Opera House blazed with blinding light. Sofia stood center stage. She wore a custom gown flown in straight from Paris. The white silk clung tightly to her body. Rare diamonds sparkled around her neck.Matteo stood right beside her. His large hand rested firmly on her waist. I floated near the massive crystal chandelier. I stared down at the two of them. Sofia stepped up to the gold microphone. She smiled sweetly at the crowd. The room was packed with mafia bosses, capos, and their wives. "Make a wish, Sofia!" a drunken capo yelled from the front row. Sofia closed her eyes. She clasped her hands together in mock innocence. She opened her eyes and looked directly at Matteo. "I wish for Matteo's eternal happiness," she said softly. Her voice echoed through the grand hall. "And I sincerely hope Elena stops making him angry. I just want peace for this family. We all know how difficult she can be." The crowd erupted into loud applause. "Such a sensible girl," an

Chapter 6

His knuckles turned white. He barely kept himself standing. I floated right behind him. My soul felt nothing. No cold. No pain. Just a hollow, echoing silence. I leaned in. I blew a breath of phantom air against the back of his neck. Matteo flinched. His heel caught the edge of a frozen puddle. It was my blood. He crashed down hard. His knees slammed into the solid ice. He knelt right beside my body. I looked down at myself. My skin was a sickening shade of purple. Frost clung to my eyelashes. My lips were cracked and blue. My fingers were mangled, the bones shattered from pounding on that iron door for six days. Matteo stared. His chest heaved. He couldn't breathe. He reached out. His hand shook violently. He wanted to touch my cheek. His fingertips hovered an inch above my frozen skin.He stopped. He couldn't do it. His hand dropped. "Elena," he whispered. Silence. The cooling fans hummed above us. "Stop playing," he said. His voice cracked. He swallowed h

Chapter 7

Luca stood in the center of the dark study. He held a thick manila folder in his hands. His face was pale. He looked at Matteo, who sat slumped in the leather chair behind the heavy oak desk. I floated near the ceiling, watching them. The air in the room felt heavy and suffocating. "Speak," Matteo ordered. His voice was rough, exhausted. Luca opened the folder. He pulled out a stack of papers and a small, black USB drive. "First," Luca said, his voice steady but quiet. "The elevator incident. I pulled the security footage from the hospital." Matteo looked up. His eyes were bloodshot. "And?" "Sofia pressed the emergency stop button herself," Luca stated. "She stood in the car for thirty minutes before she sent that text message to you." Matteo froze. The muscles in his jaw tightened. "What?" "She staged it," Luca said flatly. "She intentionally trapped herself." Matteo stared at the USB drive on the desk. He didn't speak. He just stared. "Second," Luca continued. H

Chapter 8

The numbness finally vanished. A sharp, tearing cramp ripped through my phantom abdomen. I doubled over. The dull ache in my right hand exploded into agonizing pain. My shattered fingers throbbed. The bones screamed.I looked down at my transparent hands. I felt the freezing air again. I felt my baby dying inside me. Rage ignited in my chest. Pure, unadulterated hatred burned through my soul. They had to pay. Matteo. Sofia. They murdered my child. They froze me to death. I wanted them destroyed. My anger manifested in the physical world. Papers flew into the air. The heavy leather-bound family Bible flipped open. The thick pages snapped wildly. They stopped abruptly. I stared at the bold black ink on the yellowed paper. Those who break their oaths shall go to hell. Matteo stared at the page. His face drained of all color. His broad shoulders shook violently. His knees buckled. He crashed onto the hardwood floor. "I'm sorry!" he roared into the room. His voic

Chapter 9

Federal agents kicked down the heavy oak doors of the main hall. Dozens of heavily armed men swarmed the room. They leveled their assault rifles at Matteo. Red laser sights danced across his chest. Matteo stood perfectly still. He didn't reach for his weapon. He didn't bark orders at Luca or his guards. He just stood there, staring blankly at the marble floor. The untouchable mafia boss looked completely defeated. "Matteo Romano," the lead agent barked, stepping forward with handcuffs. "You are under arrest for multiple counts of murder, racketeering, and organized crime." Matteo slowly raised his hands. He didn't fight. He didn't argue.He let the cold steel cuffs snap around his wrists. He had already surrendered. He had surrendered the moment he realized what he had done to me. "I gave the order," Matteo said. His voice was dead, devoid of any emotion. "I locked her in the freezer. It was me." The agents exchanged confused glances.Mafia bosses never confessed. They fo

Chapter 10

I drifted away from the docks, leaving Sofia to her madness.The wind carried me across the city, far from the blood and betrayal of the Romano family. I was weightless. I was free. I let the currents pull me toward the places that actually mattered. I found myself floating above Brooklyn. The streets were quiet. A light snow had begun to fall. I drifted down to the old clinic where I used to work. The brick facade was weathered. The neon sign buzzed, flickering in the cold air.I phased through the locked door. The waiting room smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee. This was where it all started. This was where Matteo had stumbled in, bleeding and demanding I fix him. I remembered the heavy weight of his gun. I remembered not being afraid.I remembered looking into his dark eyes and seeing something other than a monster. I had been so stupid. I didn't linger. The clinic was just a building now. The girl who had worked there was gone. I floated back out into the snow.

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