Ten Years For His Sicilian Lie Mga Nobela at Kwento

Seven years. Seven years since I had lain bleeding on the cold marble floor of the Leonetti villa while my father’s shadow loomed over me like the devil himself. Seven years since I had been branded a traitor, beaten and discarded like yesterday’s trash. Seven years since I had sworn through the blinding agony and salt searing my wounds that I would return—not as the naive daughter of an underboss but as something much, much more. And now, here I was. The jet’s door hissed open and the warm Sicilian air, thick with the scent of the sea,

How much of her concern was really sincere? I lowered my head and noticed a small hidden compartment below the coffee table. Pulling it open, I found a stack of papers inside. As I focused on them, I saw that they were hotel receipts. The last one was dated October 13th, 1981—my very first day in prison. Back then, Xena was still crying, promising she would wait for me and that we would spend our lives together. However, in no time, she was in bed with her first love, Lucas Scott.

This was a vicious cycle, one that had taken his mother's life and many others. The familiar burn of resentment flared in his chest; this was the reason he despised mafias! They thought they were above the law and could take lives like it didn’t matter to them. ‘Why had fate dragged Kate into this brutal world? And why had she fallen for a cruel bastard like Lucas!’ Matteo's frustrated thoughts were cut short when he felt Lucas's presence before him. He then raised his head to see Lucas standing there with his gun trained on him, his eyes cold. “I’ll give you ten seconds to convince me not to shoot.”

He pressed his face against my arm. I looked down at him. The mark on the inside of my left wrist burned steadily. It had been burning for ten years. Then the doors at the far end of the hall opened. Lucian. I hadn't seen him in ten years. In the caves outside the city wall, in the dark, I had spent ten years maintaining an exact and careful image of his face — the particular cold that came off him in winter, the way he stood in doorways, the quality of his silence. I had kept it intact on purpose, like a lamp kept burning for a reason you've stopped letting yourself examine.

"Bianca told me. She had someone look into it. There’s no 'arranged marriage by 30' rule back in your Sicilian hometown!" I narrowed my eyes. Bianca peeked out from his arms, playing the victim. "I'm sorry, Alessia... I just couldn't stand seeing you lie to him. How could you make up such an awful lie to force him to marry you?" Watching them play this little duet, I felt sick to my stomach. Of course Sicily didn't have that rule. The Valeriano family made it a rule. For me. But they weren't worth an explanation.

“What is it that’s bothering you?” He sighed and lifted his gaze to me. His eyes were dark but when it found mine, it became gentle, and I felt like he’s staring at the most important thing in is world now. Me. And somehow, I feel comfort in that. “You mentioned Lucian Von Rellis,” he said, his voice coarse. “Yes, I did. She was mentioned in the diary. Then I asked the servant who serves me blood everyday and knew that he is Elizabeth’s first lover.” “Yes, I know about that. I knew clearly that he was her first lover and that… Alec killed him,” the way he mentioned the last few words was so dark and strangely silent that it sounded so lethal and so wicked.

My mom slammed her spoon down. "Favored him? Five years ago, he nearly got his father killed and framed Vincent! We showed mercy!" "Did it ever occur to you that Nick was telling the truth?" Lina jabbed a finger at Tommaso's chest, voice sharp as glass. "The kidney in your body is Nick’s. We stripped him of everything, then took his fucking life." The bowl crashed to the floor. Vincent screamed, clutching his incision. But Sofia stood frozen, face sheet-white.

“Figured you’d be buried alive in numbers. Black, no sugar. Don’t say I never do anything for you.”I leaned back, grabbing one with a nod. “Timing’s perfect. Sit— these manifests are killing me. Your Sicilian contacts came through?”He dropped into the leather chair opposite, stretching long legs out. “Like clockwork. Customs cleared yesterday, quality’s pristine. But enough shop talk.

I rushed into the ward, sobbing and threatening to die with him. When he was eighteen and his enemies were after him, I stepped in and took the slash that was meant for him, leaving a scar across my chest. When he was twenty, he secretly delivered food to earn money for my engagement ring, keeping his family in the dark. He said to me, "Lia, marry me. I'll love you for the rest of my life." Years of feelings had moved me, and my heart beat only for him. So, I agreed to marry.

"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm begging you to hear me out." Every instinct I possessed screamed at me to tear him apart where he knelt. This was the man who had betrayed me, who had helped orchestrate Serena's kidnapping, who had sided with Vincent in his attempt to destroy everything I'd built. The fact that he had the audacity to show his face here, to grovel for mercy after what he'd done, made my wolf snarl with rage. "You have thirty seconds," I said, my voice deadly calm. "And then I'm going to kill you."