Liars Like Us - Book 1: Legacy of Lies
The streets whispered with the same names they always had — Romano, Moretti, Cruz — names carried like curses, names painted in blood across walls and memory.
One day, those names would fall silent.
One day, the city would speak only hers.
Behind her, the music swelled inside the hall — her parents’ empire, still burning bright. Dante and Valentina’s reign remained unbroken, their crowns forged from steel and lies.
But Isabella knew what they didn’t: every empire cracked. Every liar eventually bled.
When it did, she would be ready.
Isabella lingered at the garden wall, the rose still in her hand, blood dripping in tiny crescents from where the thorns had bitten her. The city stretched below