His Brother's Obsession, Her Mafia Throne

molding herself for Dante Moretti and a powerful mafi

ing canceled." Two cold words, no explanation.

pered of "humiliation." Marco then cleared Dante's things, revealing he was moving his long-comatose 'white swan,' Sofia,

orse than death. But as tears blurred her vision, a dangerous thought ignited: Dante wasn't the only Moretti. She

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of St. Patrick's Cathedral, staring at the woman in the mirror. She looked flawless. After five years of swallowing my pride, of molding myself into the perfect, invisibl

my fingers. I could hardly believe it. In less than an hour, I would officially carry the Moretti name.

shattered the qu

t on the vanity, buzzing aggressively against the polished wood. The scr

iped the screen open, a soft smile already forming o

t felt like it had been

read: Wedd

cold, minimalist authority Dante used when ordering an execution. My brain w

ss from my vision. My fingers gripped the edges of

chanical ringing echoed in the silent room, amplifying

gainst my ears, making my stomach cramp. I swallowed down

ttempt, the li

hmic, high-pitched beeping of medical monitors. The squeak o

ng. My throat was so dry it phys

estion. A dead, s

s low, deep, and entirely devoid of war

t a rigid command that shattered the last

e phone bruising my palm. "There are five hundred

eat myself, Elena,"

like a razor blade. My fingers went numb, and the phone sli

ough the heavy solid wood door. The panic was spreading. Someone grabbed the doorkn

tively, my hips bumpin

oretti" and "humiliation" drifted through the wood. A sharp, pier

ew minutes ago, the heavy layers of silk and lace were a

I yanked it hard. Dozens of hair strands ripped out by the r

glass cracked, a spiderweb of fractures splint

s. The metal teeth caught on the delicate lace. I didn't care. I pull

white. Cold air rushed against my bare skin, fillin

bare feet hit the freezing marble floor, sendin

doors open. They slammed against the wall with a loud

ping the rough fabric tightly around my body over just my underwear. The coar

g with unshed tears. I bit down on my lower lip so hard I tasted copper.

tick off my mouth. I rubbed so hard the red smeared acro

pounding. My father's suppressed, furious roa

and gripped it tight. Dante's name was still on

eath. When I opened them, the vulnerability

d a single tear