Shadows of Betrayal

lurked the ghosts that haunted her sleep. She drenched in sweat, reliving those nightmares playing like horror movie

I want to see you squirm and cry!"

Holding a knife dripping with God-knows-what, this mystery figure heads straight for Vito as he's s

lence of her room. Isabella, Raven, and Seraphina, each carrying their own baggage

," Isabella murmurs softly, her voice

reak from this madness?" Vixen vent

a frustrated look. "We've had enough of this crap

comfort with vulnerable eyes. "We can make th

e annoying guests who just won't le

His oppressive presence hung around like a ghost, his gravelly barking orders bouncing off the wal

cting the pain and baggage they all lugged around thanks to dear old Dad. The

ering vibe, cast a looming shadow over them all. His gravelly v

her. The weight of his presence was suffocating, his eyes cutting through her

echoed everywhere. Vixen clenched her fists so hard her nails were prob

ecret pact between them. They knew going toe-to-toe with Dad w

ebellion in her eyes. "We gotta hit back hard," sh

attered, each retreating to their own rooms. It's like they

mily portrait that felt more like a c

st relationships. Her fingers lingered on an old snap of her and Luca, a guy whose laughter used

n moonlit gardens felt like a getaway from all the Moretti madness. But her d

es. Cops got involved, and Luca got slammed into jail, his rep trashed. Vixen begg

omises of love amid their breakup chaos. His tear-stained fac

a rare gem—a gentle artist who just clicked with her. Their bond was pure

co and blaming Vixen for the whole mess. Matteo, torn between love

emembered their last chat, "I can't risk us, Vixen, I'm sorry!" H

Vixen and anyone she cared for. Every relationship trashed by Vito's ev

any more of her cherished bonds. The pain from her past relationships lit a fire, pus

" she promised herself, her voice br

solve hardened like cement. She was dead-set o

whole empire, even if it meant diving hea

elded him like Fort Knox. Every connection that could've helped her plans got obliterated by d

ur dirt forever, Dad," she

ad's abuses fueled her relentless quest for payback. No more playing the victim. She w

for herself, and for everyone wh

la declared on one of their sisterl

nt. "He won't see it co

believe in us," she whispered, voice sha

loud over their lives, but they were dead-set o