The Billionaire Who Lost His Sun
"Ria" Ro
ed the day aft
ervice had been small and quiet. A few of my mother's friends, some distant relatives. No on
inst the wooden step.
nswered, just to feel the small, pe
ith a carefully rehearsed sorrow.
. The word wa
e saw the notice. I can't
d, my eyes fixed on a
id, the old term of endearme
alvatore?" I aske
r apartment. Where are yo
y mother'
"Thank God. I was afraid you'
a placating tone. "After you told me about Elena. I'm sorry
again. "You
an argument. "Sofia was devastated, Ria. Absolute
listened to the dis
our mother,"
ne," I said, my voi
hispers exchanged. Then Sofi
sorry. I feel just awful. I loved
the lie almost
ce catching. "So kind. She shouldn't have startled Ca
ot in my chest. "My mother di
me with the insura
," I said, m
"See? It was a tragic acc
ts with dogs that have a history of
thick, damn
finally ground out, his
or," I sa
thinking clearly. We'll sort this out when I see you. I'll ha
my mother was
the Ricci Family alliance over me, ov
go," I sa
u going? I'm
ung
number. Then I blocked Sofia's. I watched their names disapp
d tried so hard to be the perfect Moretti woman. Polished, demure, supportive.
ad been revealed for what it was: a g
g but a quiet house filled with ghosts and
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