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Because for Livia— every word sounded like a lie forced into becoming the truth. And at that moment— without realizing it— her tears fell. One drop. Then another. She did not wipe them away. Did not try to hide them. Because she knew— there was nothing left to save. Livia opened her mouth. But her voice was barely audible. Broken. Fragile. As if every word that came out was a betrayal of herself. “I… y-yes…” her voice nearly disappeared, “I do.” Silence. For a moment. Yet it felt so long.

Zoe’s stomach twisted in horror. “Dead? You’re willing to stain your hands with an innocent woman’s blood just to keep Bryan? Do you even realize that what you’re feeling isn’t love? You’re obsessed, Livia.” “And if you go through with this, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life,” Zoe warned, trying to knock some sense into her. “What happens when another woman comes into Bryan’s life? Will you keep killing every single one of them?” “Yes!” Livia said without hesitation. “If they stay away from my man, then there’s no problem. But if they try to take him from me, I’ll do whatever it takes to get rid of them!” She stared intensely at Zoe.

Don Bianchi was still surprised by Livia’s delicate features. "Who are your parents? "I am an orphan!" She replied vehemently. Livia had nothing to say about the parents who abandoned her at the orphanage. Like the other children, she was left in the cylinder known as the Wheel of the Excluded. Don Bianchi continued to question the hostage, who remained succinct in his replies. Livia was attentive and only gave him insignificant information. "Where were you born?" "In Italy". "What orphanage did you grow up in?" "Saint-Mary." Livia lied.

Then she curled onto her side, tears burning hot trails down her cheeks. Donatella Lombardi. Daughter of a traitor. Born into betrayal. The ceiling above her blurred, the walls felt too close, and somewhere deep in her bones she knew—her life had just been split into before and after. SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE)

Seeing how pale he had turned, Pedro knew he recalled what he did with his family "She's mine, I'm in love with her and I'd stop at nothing to have her… even if I have to fight you, "Luciano wasn't giving up, he already had fallen for Livia, Pedro was a dangerous man. If she knew the crimes he had committed. Then she would run away from him

Luciana. She was curled up awkwardly against the armrest, a blanket half-draped across her, her hair messy and her breathing soft. In front of her on the coffee table were scattered books, the kind I hadn't expected to ever see in my home: How to Care for Your Baby in the Womb, First-Time Mothers: A Guide, Pregnancy Nutrition and Safety. A small pile, all bent open in the middle as though she'd been trying to absorb them all at once. Beside the books, an empty plate—cookie crumbs the only evidence of what had kept her company while she read.

Livia screamed as she staggered back, right behind Groban stood little Lilly holding the ropes that had been binding Groban's wrists, "You little bitch, you helped him didn't you!" Livia screeched at Lilly as she suddenly lunged at her, and at that moment it seemed like everything happened so fast that any normal person wouldn't have been able to keep up. Groban smacked her down so hard that Livia lifted her head with a mouthful of snow all over her face, she was livered as she instantly flew up and glared at him. Groban turned his head to look at Dagon as a fire began burning in the irises of his eyes,

The diary shut beneath Livia’s fingertips, the aged pages still holding a trace of warmth— as though their long-gone author had only just stepped away. Livia sat still. Her fingers traced the brittle cover, worn thin by time. But her gaze had already sunk deep into something darker— a near-dizzying haze of thought. She didn’t cry. But her heart— her heart ached unbearably. As if something were being slowly drawn from the depths of her chest— and she couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t Celesta’s daughter. She hadn’t been born in that era.

she muttered in her laughter. “Alexa,” I called, trying to get her attention. “You have to hear this,” she said between laughs. “Listen to this madness.” She cleared her throat dramatically and began reading: “Livia is a curse, a plague, and she steals everything that should be mine. I hope her beauty rots and her soul burns.” Alexa paused, looking up with a grin. “Wow. Poetic and very original,” she said with a grin. Livia’s expression darkened, but she remained still.