The Principessa’s Return
When I took a bullet for Theo Moretti, the bullet grazed my temple, compressing the optic nerve and causing blindness in both my eyes. He kneeled by my hospital bed, pressed the family crest to his chest, and swore:
“Sophie, I will be your eyes for life. If I break this oath, may I die a horrendous death.”
I believed him.
However, the day my sight returned, I saw Theo through the bedroom door, naked on our marital bed with the maid, Isabella.
He gripped her waist and thrust violently, his voice hoarse in a way I had never heard, growling, “Bella… you really are the most seductive woman in all of Sicily…”
“Theo, who else besides me could satisfy you like this in bed? Divorce that blind woman already!”
Isabella nibbled his earlobe. “After all, I’m the one who truly understands you.”
“Wait a little longer,” Theo panted. “I need time… Don Lucas just handed me control of the docks. If I divorce now, I’ll be left with nothing.”
Rare snowflakes rained down outside.
I walked barefoot out of the estate in a thin nightgown and sent an encrypted message to my father.
“Father, send someone to pick me up in three days. I’m coming home.”
Don Lucas, my father, never expected that the boss he had personally promoted would dare betray his daughter.
He replied with a single sentence: “For daring to betray you, Theo’s dead.”
What I did not know was that this message would ignite a storm that would sweep across all of Sicily.
In three days, Theo Moretti, the man I had risked my life for and I had personally helped rise to power, would lose everything he held dear, including me.