After Three Days of Confinement, I Gave Up on My Mafia Fiancé
Everyone knew that I was the treasure Lorenzo Vitali held in the palm of his hand.
When I said I wanted to see the stars, he would have every light outside the estate shut off, leaving the whole night sky just for me.
Any emerald I glanced at twice at a private auction, he would win for me, no matter the competition, no matter the price.
Back then, I believed, and so did everyone else, that I would walk into the Vitali family chapel in a wedding gown and become Lorenzo's wife.
Until that dinner party.
I accidentally cut Bianca Rossi's cheek with a shattered wine glass.
And everything fell apart.
Lorenzo didn't hear me out.
He had his men take me down to the wine cellar beneath the estate.
There were no windows, only damp stone walls, and an iron door as thick as a coffin lid. For three days I had no water, no food. When the pain made me shake, all I could do was curl up on the ground and claw at the cold cracks in the stone with my nails.