The Burned Moretti Princess
As the flames engulfed my body in the underground warehouse, I used the last of my strength to call my brother, the new Don of the Moretti family.
Just as I was about to draw my last breath, Lorenzo finally answered, his voice as cold as the Sicilian winter wind.
"Isabella, what the hell are you up to now?"
"Brother, save me…"
My voice was barely a whisper, but he cut me off without a hint of mercy.
"Can't you go one day without causing trouble?"
"Liliana's debutante dinner is next week. If you don't show up, I'll drag you back here myself."
He hung up without a second thought, completely oblivious to the desperation in my voice.
Despair mingled with the searing agony that wracked my body as the flames danced higher, and I couldn't hold on any longer.
As I closed my eyes, tears still trickled from their corners.
You won't have to drag me back, my brother. I'm never coming back.