Broken: winning back her heart

gh the window. With a glass of champagne in one hand, she smiled slyly. She looked

ay will always remind me of the day of our glory. But for this idiot, it's the most

ing a glass of champagne, lo

nd I think, in her head, she's getting ideas, that one day she might recover

Livia's silhouette as she made her way to the cab. The young

h a sequel that fits naturally into the story while respecting

e for what I've done, thought the elegant woman, clutching her glass of champagne. My brother never looked at me when he was alive, he was too busy with his mise

ting gaze fixed on Livia's silhouett

h the situation. She's got a long day ahead of her. Come on, let me go now," she said t

ere children, he had invaded his brother's shadow, jealous of his position, wealth and influence. When his brother and si

s on the poor girl's back, for to him, his f

illa, Livia struggled

ero City, another story was being played

packed with bodyguards dressed in dark suits and dark glasses, passed through the city's narrow streets. The inhabitants of Vespero City w

ck market, where shady and dangerous business was conducted. Vespero City was his domain, and the justice here was his. He h

ed to say a word to assert his presence. Every step he took in the city was a declaration of power. One look from him was enough to

n the distance. This was the place where important decisions would be made. In thi

r wheels. In the middle car, Alessandro remained impassive, observing the surroundings with a piercing gaze, almost as if he were peering into the soul of the city itself. At his side,

urr of t