“For eight years, I stood by Dante's side as the undisputed Queen of the Cosa Nostra, reigning over a network of blood as his deadliest soldier. But the ruthless Don who once forced me to execute my fiancé suddenly brought home a supposedly pure civilian girl. "He cannot stand the smell of blood on your hands anymore. He wants a clean life," she sneered. Dante immediately turned his back on me, allowing his fragile new trinket to mock my murdered parents and parade around my penthouse. He even bought my mother's stolen diamond bracelet and my father's signet ring at an underground auction, just to gift them to her as an apology. When I finally drew my blade, the man who once swore to protect me pinned me to the floor, aiming a loaded gun at my head to protect his pregnant new bride. He poured millions into building a grand Catholic cathedral to wash his hands clean, and sent me a gilded wedding invitation to flaunt his legitimate dynasty. I couldn't understand how the monster who claimed we were soulmates forged in darkness could suddenly crave redemption. I understood even less why he now despised the very ruthlessness he had spent eight years systematically cultivating in me. So, on the day of his grand wedding, I kicked open the cathedral doors in a blood-red dress, drew the silver dagger he had gifted me, and drove it straight into his chest.”