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p shaking even when
nk about was wh
done it. I'd f
After all
t for long, I need to enjoy it all for now. I tried to avoid
sent, the future. What I coul
ce papers too were there. I struggled to get those papers, it was tough
n. Weeks of practicing what I'd say, how I'd hold
it. I actu
between the penthouse and I could stop the tears.
now. I have
ng. Not yet. Thi
him back in his own coin. He
p twenty miles outside Rome, my hands trembling
about my husband's scheme, I was so composed that it scared me. I thought I was becoming emotionless. I read the evidence of m
people. All dead
ow. Justice and revenge. I
is an art I mas
e lay in the back seat. I picked them up ag
here it was, written
into them three years after I married Dante. It was a week
ing week after this, the
ays to decide the
ve in coincidences. He never undere
page. Marco's signat
emories and calm my trembling hear
g killed th
my blouse collar. I needed more air. Tears
am letting it out. It had locked me in
arents." I repeated out loud. Maybe I can hear it differently
Make it real
rder of my foster parents too. The job was so clean that no one could ever guess hi
e the scene." The hitman confirmed it all. Orders came
egan with Anthony and Elena. Same kil
rdered both set
nce was i
es. One
sn't that obvious? The reason he married me. For full control.
dding a tear for years. Now I'm sca
ill it hurts. May
s isn't a nightmare
nt to pay for my art school. He warned me about Dante from the b
at man, piccola. H
s voice as cl
did I think love was st
d k
d killed
e killed him. He killed m
crimes seemed
le I was numb. My eyes were burning. I sat still st
cause after this,
abella Sovereign can s
kdown, I got distracted by my
I felt nothing. I cal
h. He won't find Bella Russ
s over, I'm not
cuments, the ones I'd recove
h certi
ame. My r
thony's basement after he died three y
e I said that word
e bureaucratic error. I couldn't comprehe
After several photos and pictures, I found out he was Alessandro Sovereign, and his
th made
g I knew
tence was a pl
s of living some
nte ha
ctly who I was. Knowing my real parents were dead. Knowi
ever abo
lways ab
love you" was strategy. Every
e let me leav
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