After I Took Three Bullets for Him, He Said He Was Just My Uncle
After I Took Three Bullets For Him, He Said He Was Just My Uncle
I took three bullets for Don Lorenzo Moretti, the man I called my uncle.
The last one nearly killed me. Only then did the family elders agree to name me Donna.
But in the two weeks I lay unconscious, Lorenzo announced his engagement to Ava, the daughter of a family benefactor.
The Rocci, my family, lost its power when I was ten. Ever since Lorenzo, a close friend of my father's, brought me to the Moretti estate, I was certain he would one day be my husband, despite our age gap.
He always told me to find men my own age, but I just let it go.
In my previous life, I crashed their engagement party, a decision that led to a miscarriage and my own violent death.
But this is my second chance, and I have learned my lesson. I will reclaim the token of my love, accept my destiny as Donna, and offer myself in a marriage alliance far away in Sicily.
Uncle, I finally understand. A young man is far more entertaining than an old one like you.