to tell you so many times, but I couldn't." Daisy

ofia interjected smoothly.

ways tried to ruin things for me. This is

ould we talk about the men you've been seeing behin

outed. "Antonio, you know m

ed coldly at her, as though he was seeing her f

him again. "Are you gonna throw e

him, his grip tight enough to make her wi

red, her voice barely audib

planning to tell me about your real father? Or should I have waited until aft

own, his fingers tapping against the table. His stare was unwavering as

into a sneer. "I can

her like a p

ha

from our marriage," he

s... this isn't about trust at all, is

tached. "Love? Don't be naive, Daisy. How many mafia dons

of her with roses, promising her the world. "You're different," he had said then, his charm seemingly genuine. "Yo

art shattering with every wo

ed you. I only wanted our families to

wd's murmurs felt like daggers piercing her skin. Antonio turn

tion. Allow me to introduce m

rm, her radiant smile piercing Daisy's chest like a blade. She took A

ia with a flicker of distaste before his gaze returned

n if it's the last thing I do." Daisy th

le, but it held an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Was it pity? Curiosity? Or something more? Daisy broke the gaze a

d you require a job. Why don't you come to work for me? I need a new assistant.' At the time, she had thought it woul

ars fell, the calculated pause before each step toward the exit. Unlike the trembling victim others saw

ake, but Vincenzo wasn't sure whet

g form through the glass doors. For the first tim