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Chapter 1

Two days before the official wedding.It was also our anniversary.I went to the church.I wanted to pray for our marriage.Then I heard voices from the main altar.I stopped.Nicolo's voice carried from the altar."With this ring, I, Nicolo, grant you the honor of being the Donna of the De Santis family. Gianna, you are the wife I recognize."I froze.I hid behind a stone pillar.I looked.My husband, Nicolo, the Godfather of the Chicago Outfit, was holding my sister's hand.Gianna was wearing my custom wedding dress.Nicolo slid the Donna's ring onto her finger.The priest closed his Bible.He pronounced them husband and wife.Applause.Then I saw the crowd.My own parents.My brother, Marco.Several of our family's Capos.They were all there.Their faces were a mix of pity and relief.My mother’s eyes were red.She clapped while wiping away tears.My father walked up to Nicolo.He clapped him on the shoulder.My father said to him, "Thank you, Nicolo. You gave Gianna her dying wish.

Chapter 2

Nicolo hung up.His screen lit up again.A thirty-second voice message from Marco.He played it.A barrage of accusations.Marco's voice ranted on."Alessia, why are you so selfish? Gianna's father died protecting Mom and Dad! Without her family, the Russo family wouldn't exist!""Nicolo's busy. So he missed one dinner? You have a lifetime together. Gianna is dying!""Her condition got worse because you wouldn't give her the experimental drug. You're jealous of a dying woman. It's disgusting."I listened to my brother.A bitter taste filled my mouth.I told them a thousand times.The drug was a prototype.No clinical trials.The dosage, the toxicity, the rejection risks were all unknown.But they just thought I was jealous.That I was trying to murder her.So this was their reason.A secret wedding behind my back.A new message popped up in the family group chat.A photo from my mother.Gianna in her pajamas.Lying on the bed in my and Nicolo's master suite.My mother's voice message w

Chapter 3

Nicolo signed.He immediately called his private doctor."Alessia released the medicine. Schedule another check-up for Gianna this afternoon. We can start the treatment."Gianna's eyes flashed with panic.Everyone gathered around her, moving towards the grand staircase.Suddenly, she clutched her chest.She gasped for air. "Nicolo, I can't breathe..."Before she finished, her legs gave out.She fell straight back, down the stairs.Nicolo and Marco screamed."Gianna!"They lunged to catch her.In that same instant, a sharp tearing sound came from above.A few days ago, Marco had a glass conservatory built on the third-floor terrace.To please Gianna.Now, the crystal chandelier, along with a huge chunk of drywall, crashed from the ceiling.A shadow fell over the staircase.In that split second, Nicolo and Marco threw themselves at Gianna.To make room for her, Nicolo instinctively grabbed her.The force of it sent him slamming into me.I wasn't ready.I lost my balance.I tumbled down t

Chapter 4

My voice was flat.No emotion."A security clearance pass. To Switzerland."Before he could ask more, I heard Gianna's weak voice in the background."Nicolo, Alessia is just acting out to get your attention. Your wedding is tomorrow. Go calm her down.""She loves you so much. She would never leave you."She would never leave you.That line calmed Nicolo's panic.Right.I loved him.Why would I leave him?This was just another game to get his attention.His face hardened.His voice turned cold. A warning."Alessia, don't play games with leaving.""If you're not at the Peninsula Hotel tomorrow, the wedding is postponed. And without the De Santis family's protection, you won't last a day in Chicago."I looked down.My hand rested on my flat stomach."Fine. Cancel it,"Silence.My quick agreement stunned him.Gianna whined at the perfect moment. "Nicolo, I feel dizzy..."He snapped, "You're on your own. I'll pick you up in the morning."Nicolo spat the words and hung up.I put down the pho

Chapter 5

Nicolo's POVMy head was ringing.My eyes moved from the ultrasound photo on the floor to the front pew.Gianna was gone.A nearby maid stammered,"Miss Gianna said Alessia was late. She went to the back to change into the backup wedding dress."Change dresses.She was going to take over this wedding.I felt like all the strength had been ripped out of me.Marco looked like he'd been struck by lightning.His face was white."It's fake. Alessia must have faked the recording! Come on, let's go ask Gianna!"He grabbed my arm.We stumbled towards the VIP lounge.The Russos followed, panicked.The lounge door was slightly ajar.We heard the flick of a lighter.Then Gianna's sweet, tinkling laugh.Marco reached for the door, then froze.Through the crack, we saw her.The woman who was supposed to be on her deathbed.She was leaning against the vanity.She had changed into the white couture gown.Legs crossed, a long, thin cigarette between her fingers.She blew a smoke ring.She laughed into

Chapter 6

Nicolo's POVHis scream made me stumble.My gun lowered.I looked at the sticky blood on my hands.A twisted, broken smile crossed my face."Call security? Go ahead."I was a blind animal.I admitted it.I was the one who destroyed Alessia.But I snapped my head up.My eyes filled with a rage I couldn't control.I raised the gun again.I aimed it at the accomplices who drove her away."But don't worry. Before anyone gets in here, I'll send all you idiots to hell to join her."BANG!I pulled the trigger.The bullet grazed Mr.Russo's scalp and buried itself in the wall.The gunshot ripped through the room.We heard screams and chaos from the hallway.A heavy thud next to me.Marco fell to his knees.His eyes were red.He pulled the necklace from his pocket.The one Alessia threw in his face.He clutched it.He raised his fist.He started punching his own face.Hard.Again and again.The sickening crunch of bone and his broken sobs echoed in the bloody room.---Alessia's POVOne year la

Chapter 7

Alessia's POVMarco's eyes widened.He collapsed on the steps.He trembled uncontrollably.He lifted his mangled hand."Alessia."He clawed at his bleeding face, not even feeling the cold.The frozen skin ripped open.Blood oozed out, dripping from his filthy chin onto the snow.He cried, "I should die! We all should! Alessia, punish me!"He beat his chest with his bloody hand.His voice was a shriek."Just look at me! I'll die for you! I'll be your dog for the rest of my life!"A guard moved in, holding him down to stop him from lunging again.I just watched him struggle in the filth.I didn't waste another look on him.Fifteen years of favoritism and pain couldn't be erased by a few tears and two fingers.I turned and walked away.The guards escorted me to the armored car.The door closed.It shut out all the wailing and begging.That night, I attended a private dinner.My host was Sarah, a friend from medical school.Back in that cold family, she was the only one who supported my dr

Chapter 8

Alessia's POVSarah asked, cutting her steak with relish,"You know what Nicolo told your dear mother when she went begging to him?"Sarah put down her fork, her eyes shining,"He brought in the family's top Consigliere before he surrendered.""He set up an ironclad trust... transferred every clean asset to you. Unconditionally.""He tossed the Godfather title to his second-in-command and went to federal prison with nothing."My fingers on the wine glass didn't move.All the clean assets in the world were just numbers on a page to me.Sarah laughed coldly."And that's not all.""Your mother realized all her support was gone. She ended up on the streets.""She completely lost it. She blamed the disfigured, crippled Gianna for everything.""She dragged Gianna to the dirtiest public housing in the slums. Cursed her day and night. Called her a jinx who destroyed the family.""Last month, they had a huge fight.""Gianna, who had gone completely insane, pushed your mother off a thirteenth-fl

Chapter 9

Alessia's POVThree years passed.The targeted drug I developed became a breakthrough for blood diseases.I was invited back to Chicago to receive the Lasker Award for my work.My name was all over the city's news.The awards dinner ended late.A blizzard was sweeping the streets.The armored car pulled up to the hotel entrance.A bodyguard opened my door with a black umbrella.I put one foot out, then stopped.Under a dim streetlamp, a broken figure stood in the swirling snow.It was Nicolo.Just out of prison.I almost didn't recognize him.The once-mighty Don of the Outfit, now as pathetic as a stray dog.His white hair was shaved to a stubble.His right eye was gone, just a scarred socket.A souvenir from a rival gang's revenge in federal prison.His cheeks were hollow.His left leg was twisted at a bizarre angle.I heard that in prison, some thugs tried to rip up a photo of me he kept under his pillow.He fought to protect that piece of paper.They broke his leg for it.Now he lea

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