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prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. H
andon me at my family's estate. His reason? C
n the third-floor storage room, so as not to
e I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother
omous whispers. But prison was my university
crifice; I was disposable. The love I onc
el I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stand
pte
sia
ears in prison was a gift. He said it was his way of protecting me
seven y
California sun blazed off the chrome, a brilliant, blinding light that never reached the chilling stillness in his eyes. He looked exactl
y fractured piece of her soul-was dead. I had buried her somewhere between the third
my heart race. Now, it was just a sound. He opened the
s a bitter laugh
ing the small space. It was suffocating. As he drove, the silence between us s
to that night. The
ough a made man from the Falcone family, shattering the fragile truce Dante's father
war. And Chiara, my beautiful, fragile si
ey ch
lla, had whispered, her hands cold on my should
en more direct. "This is
ked at me with cold eyes, telling me
ought. I told them I wouldn't
t an empire from the ashes of his father's. He was feared, respected, a devil who commanded loyalty throu
id, his voice devoid of all warmth. "They'll hand you over to the Falcones. You know what
He promised we would be mar
ced confession. A stacked deck
sm between us was wider than the seven years we'd been apar
the screen, and for the first time, a fissure appeared in
voice tight with concern. "S
ook at me. "I ha
eping marble staircase I grew up on. He rushed past the butler
cker of pity. "Miss Alessia. Your parents have instructed me to prepare
th its balcony overlooking the gardens. A smal
broken. And my purpose was served. The love I once felt for Dante, for all of them, had tu
release papers. Inside, an encrypted channel I'd set up eight years ago-a desperate, secret
mestamped three minutes ago. "T
and steady, moved
acc

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