The Principessa’s Return
When I took a bullet for Theo Moretti, the bullet grazed my temple, compressing the optic nerve and causing blindness in both my eyes. He kneeled by my hospital bed, pressed the family crest to his chest, and swore:
“Sophie, I will be your eyes for life. If I break this oath, may I die a horrendous death.”
I believed him.
However, the day my sight returned, I saw Theo through the bedroom door, naked on our marital bed with the maid, Isabella.
He gripped her waist and thrust violently, his voice hoarse in a way I had never heard, growling, “Bella… you really are the most seductive woman in all of Sicily…”
“Theo, who else besides me could satisfy you like this in bed? Divorce that blind w