His Savior Was Never My Sister
Nicholas announced, his voice carrying to every corner, “I am pleased to announce the engagement of my beloved great-uncle, Alfredo Rossi, to Isabella Castellano. Alfredo is a traditionalist. I’m sure he will appreciate your… spirited nature.”
The silence was absolute, then fractured into a wave of shocked murmurs. Alfredo Rossi was eighty-seven, bedridden, and famously cruel. This wasn’t a marriage. It was a life sentence in a gilded cage.
Isabella’s face went from confused to horrified. “You… you can’t! I love you! It was always me! The falcon, the lake, it was all me!”