For My Legacy, I Was Thrown to the Sharks

aste in my mouth, sharper than the river's chill. Marco, my brother, his face a mask of false concern. Alexander, my fiancé, his eyes cold as

be named heir to the Corleone family, was too dangerous for me to be

lieved

Rick. My questions were met with her poisonous smile. And then Antonio Perez, my mother's most trusted ma

t streamed through the window, glinting off the crystal glass in

r opene

is here. And, well, we ne

, so earn

herine. A seamstress was adjusting a tiara on Katherine's head. My tiara. The Corleone Eye diamond,

aught. It w

t this

ce the ring on Ka

ed fa

back, slamming into a gilded console table, a grunt of pain

nder spun, his face conto

of the room, dragged a heavy velvet a

legs, smoot

ed at them,

gnize me?" I asked, my

Corle

of si

tten. I am Ava Corleone. Victo

r to the Corl

fucking star o

erine, bless her black heart, immediately

... she's lo

e flushed with anger. "Ava! What t

g. "This isn't a game, Ava. You're going to ruin

I almost

re closing in, that I needed to lay low. Let Katherine, renamed "Angelina Corleone" for the occasion, be the decoy. I agreed. Only to walk in on the three