When Leah Moreland DisappearedI gave Evan Cole six years.
I changed my name, walked away from the Moretti family, and became the kind of woman he could handle: quiet, useful, easy to overlook. I paid the bills, fixed his proposals, opened doors he thought had opened by luck, and waited every time he said we were almost ready.
Then Maracame back. His first love. The woman he swore he hated until the second she needed him again.
After that, I became the problem. Too jealous. Too dramatic. Too hard to please. Evan thought I would break down and beg for my place.
While he played house with Mara, I saved every receipt, every post, every lie. Then I cut off the money behind his perfect little life and called my family.
On Christmas Eve, he asked if I would wait.
I smiled and let him believe Leah was still waiting.
By the time he learned my real name, Alessia Moretti was already gone, and the mafia princess he never knew had finally chosen herself.