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Thrown out. "And the Donna?" My voice is a low growl. "What did she do?" The butler flinches. "The Donna... she just stood there. She watched us take everything. And she didn't say a word." My heart stops. "Nothing?" "Nothing, Boss. She just watched. Then she turned and walked away. Her face was... blank." How could she be calm? Five years ago, a mistress knocked over her palette, and she threw a fit for three days.

I'm the only Luna who has had her marking ceremony canceled 22 times. The first time, Cosmo Greymark's childhood sweetheart, Tallulah Lycaon, claims she has been attacked by rogues. He panics and abandons me. The second time, she calls him just as he's about to mark me, and he leaves to answer her call. Every single time, Cosmo promises it'll never happen again and swears he'll make it up to me with an even grander marking ceremony. Yet, whenever we are about to hold the ceremony, something always happens to Tallulah. At my 23rd marking ceremony, I calmly take off my crown amid everyone's mocking laughter. Three days ago, the Cecil Institute sent me an invitation to a ten-year closed-d

I came home after a meeting with the Vitale Family's capos and carried Elena from the front door all the way into the living room. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as she leaned in to kiss me. Just as I was about to kiss her back, I spotted a cream pastry on the table. Elena and I were both allergic to cream. In seven years of marriage, nothing made with cream had ever entered this estate. “Who bought this?” Elena paused for a moment, then tightened her arms around my neck. “Sophia brought it last night and forgot to take it with her.” But in the early hours of yesterday, I’d been at a dock three hundred miles away, watching Sophia sign off on a sealed shipment. That was the mom

Lia glanced back at me the moment she reached the door, saying, "You'll come to regret it. You'll end up just like me one day—" I cut her off, saying, "I won't since I have Vittore by my side." Lia laughed out loud, her expression distorted and manic. She then walked out and never showed up before me again. Antonio had just turned one when Vittore officially named him as the future Don of the Corleone Famiglia. Luca was also present at the Famiglia banquet. He made his way over and looked at Antonio, saying, "He looks strong and healthy."

The caption read: [The Don says only the ocean blue matches my eyes. The second was a photo of a man’s hand applying ointment to her inner thigh. The pinky ring, symbolizing the Don’s absolute power, stung my eyes. The caption read: [I bumped into something, and the Don insisted on applying the medicine himself. He’s so nervous about me.] I looked at the photos and felt no heartbreak, only a dead, ashen numbness. I had finished packing. All that was left was to deliver the documents for the transfer of the family's core power and get them signed. After that, I would have no ties to this family.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

His long fingers gently brushed my bruised cheek, his gaze flickering with a terrifying, obsessive sort of devotion. "I’m sorry, Joanna. I'm late." Then, he turned his head. His gaze cut through the paralyzed Lorenzo and the now speechless, terrified Bella like a razor blade. "Now. Get on your knees and greet your Donna."

Dark hair, sharp eyes, an easy confidence that rubbed me wrong immediately. He extended a hand. “Matteo Costello,” he said. “Your wife’s best friend.” The words barely registered before Vittoria spoke. “Grow up.” Matteo chuckled "Do you prefer BFF? or maybe bestie? She didn’t look annoyed. She looked… comfortable. "Oh shut up" Vittoria rolled her eyes That bothered me more than it should have. “Don Nikolai De Luca,” I replied coolly, shaking his hand once. “you can call me Don Niko”

"Rose, I took a knife for you. Doesn't that count for something? Can't we be even?" "Rose, I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you like that." "Answer me. Please." The messages vanished into a black hole. No reply. Not even an angry "fuck off." The silence was worse than a bullet. Rocco threw his phone aside. He couldn't let it end like this. He was Rocco Gravano, the Don of the South. He never lost. And he sure as hell wasn't going to lose to Julian, that ass-kissing lapdog.

"Damian, my stomach hurts." So he turned away, lifted her in his arms, and left. The doctors, guards, and his underboss followed him out. I slid to the floor, one hand braced against the table leg, while my mother's voice cut through the room. "Karma. That's what this is." In my last life, it had been snow. In this life, it was blood. As long as Serena was there, they would always leave me behind.