Never Forgiven
One week before our wedding, my fiancé, my father’s own consigliere, sold him out.He set him up for a FBI raid.
My father died in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, and the once-great Moretti family collapsed overnight.
In my darkest hour, Dominic, the Don of the New York Luciani family, showed up with a crew of mercenaries.
He didn't just take care of the rat; he gave me total protection. He obsessed over me for three years, even tattooing my name over his heart.
I fell for it. I believed he loved me.
I let my guard down and stayed by his side, serving as the lead perfumer for the coldest man in the city.
Until today. Outside the wine cellar, I overheard him talking to his rival.
"Old man Moretti died never knowing who had leaked his location," Dominic said.
"But imagine if that stupid woman, Elena, found out," the rival mocked. "If she knew the man who killed her father was the same husband kissing her forehead every night... would she lose her mind?"
My hand froze on the cellar door.
The rival’s laughter came through the cracks: "You’re cold-blooded, Dominic! Elena thinks you’re her savior. She even wants to give you an heir. She’d never dream the raid that destroyed her life was actually your offering to Sienna."