When Fate Turns Dark, Love Becomes a Lie
I was supposed to marry Marco DeLuca, the man of my dreams, in just three days.
He was the mafia don of the Southโdangerous, ruthless, the kind of man everyone warned you about. And I came from the Moretti family, just as powerful, a dominant force in the North.
But just when I thought I had it all, fate had other plans.
What was supposed to be a simple drug deal negotiationโone Marco had asked me to coverโquickly spiraled into a gunfight. In the chaos, a bullet tore through my chest.
Marco made sure everyone in that room paid for my accident, but no matter what he did, it didnโt change the fact that I was lying here, wondering if my life would ever be the same.
And it only got worse. In the haze between consciousness and dreams, I overheard Marco speaking with his family doctor.
โAfter removing the bullet from Miss Morettiโs chest, we found fragments near her heart,โ Dr. Levois said. โShe may need another surgery.โ
โThereโs no need for another surgery. As long as she can breathe, Iโll take care of her for the rest of her life. But if you treat her now, sheโll wake up and ruin everything Iโve planned.โ
Marcoโs words hit me hard.
โAnd I promised Camilla I would bring our daughter, Violetta, into the family,โ he continued. โItโs better this way. Gianna wonโt be a threat to her then.โ
So the wedding Iโd longed for, the love I once believed in, was nothing but a cruel illusion. What Marco wanted, what I thought was mine, had twisted into my worst nightmare.
If this was what Marco truly wantedโฆ so be it.
It wasnโt like I cared anymore.