~ Lilliana Marchesi's POV

"You either marry Christian Esposito or you leave in a body bag."

This was the first thing I heard when I peeled the veil off and backed into the corner of the bridal suite. My pulse was thundering in my ears, louder than the shouting going around outside.

"Lilly, stop, please," Bianca, my only best friend since grade school, stood at the exit in her heels with her trembling voice. "You walk out that door without marrying him, and he'll hunt you down just to bury you next to Eva. Christians don't make empty threats, you know that."

"Then let him kill me," I hissed out.

Biance looked behind the door, then back at me. "They're already threatening to kill a man from the Carbone family outside. You think they won't do worse to us?"

I froze mid-step. Outside the bridal suite and in the wedding venue, men were yelling at each other---something about someone showing up uninvited. Then, a loud bang of a gun echoed around the room, and my heart raced.

I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, seeing the reflection of my sister in the mirror---Eva's reflection.

Not even five minutes later, I was walking down the aisle with an expressionless face. Christian Esposito was standing in front of me, a little blood painted on his neck. He didn't offer his arm when I arrived. The priest rushed through the vows, and I had to say yes---without blinking.

Christian didn't wait for the romantic kiss. He grabbed my face and crushed his mouth against mine, as if taking his anger out on me.

"Run now, and I'll dig up Eva just to bury you next. Don't forget the contract your mother signed with me years ago."

Then he turned and smiled at the guest as if we were some romantic couple in love.

At the reception, I tried to mingle with everyone and fit in, but I couldn't. As I was making my way to the bridal suite, Matteo Esposito, Christian's uncle, cornered him just a little near the fountain. I pretended to admire the cake as I inched closer.

"She's not one of us," Matteo snapped.

Christian laughed. "That's the point. No one will suspect her."

"She's Eva's sister, Matteo."

"That's also the point. Besides, their mother sold them both to me years ago to keep them safe from THEM."

Matteo gritted his teeth, swearing in Sicilian. "You're playing a dangerous game."

Christian leaned towards him. "You taught me how."

I turned away just before they could notice me listening. I felt sick, but I had to smile at the guests, as if I didn't want to run away.

So, I found an excuse to leave and headed toward the Esposito wing of the estate as if I were a ghost moving through my own funeral.

I reached Eva's bedroom, the one Christian said I would stay in. It was big enough to have a bedroom, a walk-in closet, and even a study, all in one room.

I didn't unpack. Instead, I observed the estate. I looked for exits that would be helpful in an emergency and memorized them.

My eyes lay on a painting, tilted slightly above the dresser---something Eva would have corrected. I climbed onto the dresser and pulled the painting down. A photo fell at my feet and I sat down, taking a look at it.

It was Eva standing beside a man with his back turned to the camera. The handwriting on the back was enough to send a chill down my spine.

"He knows the truth. ---A."

I gripped the photo and moved down from the dresser, accidentally knocking one of her lipsticks down. Christian had left her things untouched---everything was just as Eva had placed it. I picked the lipstick up and opened it to remember Eva again, but I froze.

Inside the lipstick was a USB drive.

My hands were shaking as I plugged it into my phone and hit play on one audio file displayed on the front.

Eva's voice echoed through the speaker. "If you're hearing this...Christian knows. Get to Alessandro. He's the only one who can stop this."

Silence. Then a shaky breath.

"He killed her. He killed Mom. And he'll kill you, too, if you stay."

My knees buckled as I sank to the floor, clutching my phone tight to my chest.

Alessandro.

He was a man that I'd never met, but I knew all about him. He was a phantom in the mafia, known as IL Fantasma. He was a man that every cartel feared.

I didn't know how long I sat on the floor, barely breathing. But a crack awoke me to reality, and my senses rushed. The window shattered with a roar, glass scattering all over like razors.

A bullet slammed straight into the headboard, just inches away from where I'd been sitting.

I hit the ground just as a second shot followed it.

~ Lilliana's POV

I didn't scream as another bullet grazed past me. As I pressed myself into a corner of the room, a tile pushed open. I slid to the side and found a revolver hidden inside. Nothing else was there, only the last hope of survival. My breathing quickened as I pressed further into the wall, holding the gun tight, hearing the footsteps outside the room.

Then, the door pushed open.

Christian stormed inside, surrounded by two guards. He was pissed off, and when he looked at the shattered window, he turned to me.

"Did you see them?" he barked out.

"No," I managed to speak, slowly standing up, gun still in hand.

He crossed over the room and yanked the revolver from me. "Who the fuck gave you this?"

I said nothing as he held it up to the light and recognized it instantly. "Eva's," he muttered. "Of course."

I watched him get angrier with each second, but I didn't back down. "Someone tried to kill me, Christian. Maybe next time, they won't miss."

His eyes flared. "Maybe next time, you won't be alone." He leaned closer. "From now on, you will sleep in my room. With me."

I tried to protest, but he grabbed my wrist. "Until I figure out who's behind this," he said, gritting his teeth, "You don't move without me knowing."

~In The Next Morning

My body was stiff and frozen because of the lack of sleep and the continuous sitting in the armchairs. I went back to my room to change, only to freeze at the sound of drawers sliding open.

Someone was inside the room. I grabbed a broom from the cleaning lady's table and moved through the doorway. A figure rummaged through Eva's drawer.

"Hey!" I shouted, raising the broom.

The person ran while I chased them out in the hall, broom raised, rage burning inside me.

Then, someone blocked my path.

Elizabeth.

Her hand was pressed on the wall as she stood tall in front of me, as if she were waiting. "Lose something, Mrs. Esposito?" She said coldly.

I lowered the broom an inch, glaring at her. "Who was in my room?"

"Routine security check," she said with a smirk. "You're new. We have to make sure you're not hiding anything... suspicious."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"No." Her eyes moved over me. "But I expect you to be smart enough to let it go."

Christian showed up minutes later, irritated and annoyed. I told him everything, but he didn't pay much attention to it, as if I were dreaming.

"You're being paranoid," he buttoned his shirt, speaking to me. "No one's going to risk breaking into the house twice."

"You didn't see them. I did."

"Fine. I'll assign someone to keep an eye on you. Happy?"

"I'd be happier with a straight answer."

He leaned closer to me, brushing a strand behind my ear. "You want answers? Earn them."

And just like that, he was gone.

Later that day, Matteo arrived and called me to Christian's study. He looked like mafia royalty with disappointment in his eyes.

"You're not cut out for this life," he said first.

"Neither was Eva," I shot back at him.

He chuckled, eyes dark. "Eva was smarter. She knew how to play the game."

I said nothing as he stood up and walked to the desk, pouring a second glass of scotch. "Christian... he's reckless. Ambitious. But, he needs grounding. Someone on the inside to keep him sane."

I frowned at him. "You want me to spy on your own nephew?"

"Think about it." He didn't stop me from leaving, but I knew I had to if I had the wish to live a long life. Christian wouldn't waste a second if he knew I was conspiring with his uncle.

~ At Night

Elizabeth cornered me just outside the dining hall, her perfume suffocating. "You're prettier than I expected," she said, her eyes gleaming evilly. "A little soft for a place like this, though."

I kept walking, ignoring her.

She rushed to me and walked side-by-side with me. "You do know he doesn't care about you, right? You're just filling in a slot. A name to sign his inheritance."

I stopped and snapped at her. "And what are you, exactly?"

A smirk curved on her lips. "I'm the one he trusts. The one who's always in the room when you're not."

~A while later

While Christian was on a call, I had the chance to plug Eva's USB into my tablet, and then I opened the folder next to her audio file. Inside it were transaction logs and amounts transferred to offshore accounts, all connecting to someone listed only as "V."

The last file was a single line of text.

"Someone from the inside is leaking information to the Colombos."

My stomach twisted as my heart sank. The Colombos were Esposito's oldest rivals. If this is true, then we are on a ticking bomb.

My phone buzzed with an unknown number and a caller ID.

I answered, and a man's voice filled the silence. "Lilliana."

"Who is this?"

"Your sister didn't die for love," he said. "She died because she got too close."

"Alessandro?" My heart was thundering inside my chest while I desperately waited for his response. But he didn't respond for a moment.

But then. "You're already being watched. Be careful of who you trust."

The line then went dead while I stood there. I still had the phone pressed tight to my ear, my mind racing. But then, the soft click of a gun behind me woke me.

I turned slowly and found Elizabeth, holding a silencer-equipped pistol in her hand, standing in the doorway. Her eyes were gleaming with something similar to amusement and hunger.

"Christian said to keep an eye on you," she said, stepping inside. "He didn't say I had to be gentle."

And then, she closed the door behind her.

~ Lilliana's POV

I stood there, watching her smirk at me. I put the phone in my pocket and tried to reason with her. "Christian asked it to keep me safe," I said. "Not whatever game you're playing here."

She chuckled, her eyes gleaming under the dim light of the room. "Oh, honey, it started the moment you said 'I do' at the wedding."

I took a deep breath and lunged at her, pushing her to the corner and opening the door. I ran out of the room and rushed through the estate, going wherever my weak legs were taking me. I made it out of the estate, and the guards didn't even pay attention for some reason. I ran into the woods as branches scratched my arms and legs, while I ran barefoot through the muddy ground.

Elizabeth's voice rang from behind me. "You're making this harder than it has to be, darling."

I didn't care, so I just kept running because deep down, I knew what she would do to me if she caught me. That woman didn't look any better than the wolves circling these very woods. I hit a garden wall like a boundary inside the woods.

Before I could move, masked men flooded out of the trees like shadows. One of them slammed their hand over my mouth, while I screamed, as he yanked me off the ground. I kicked and thrashed under his grip until someone pricked me with a needle in my arm.

And then, everything swirled around.

~ After a While

When I woke, I felt myself tied to a chair in a room that smelled gross. A man was leaning against the wall, smoking.

"I was beginning to think you weren't worth the trouble," he said without even looking at me, his voice smooth and slow. "But here you are. Still breathing. That's a start."

"Who are you?" I croaked out with a sore throat.

He finally turned around and for some reason, I knew---I knew who he was.

The man from the picture, hidden behind Eva's painting.

IL Fantasma.

The Phantom.

Alessandro.

There was no need for introductions for the ghost himself. He waved a hand, and two guards stepped toward me---one of them cracking his knuckles.

"Let's test her," Alessandro said lazily. "Loyal wives don't go snooping through murder files."

The punch hit harder than anything as my head snapped sideways, stars exploding in my eyes, as blood started to drip down.

"Wait!" I gasped. "You knew Eva! You know what happened to her---"

Another guard raised his hand as I closed my eyes, ready for the hit that never came.

"I know everything," Alessandro said with his cold voice. "What I don't know is if I can trust you."

My wrists started to burn against the ropes. "Then untie me and ask like a human being."

He tilted his head. "You know I'm not one," he smirked. "You married the man who murdered your mother and had your sister buried in pieces. Forgive me if I'm not convinced you're the honest type."

That made me silent.

Alessandro stepped closer to me, crouching down in front of me, his eyes gazing into mine. "She was brave, your sister. Foolish, but brave. She thought she could save everyone. You? I think you're just trying to survive."

"I want answers."

"And I want leverage," He stood up again and threw a thick folder onto a metal table beside me. "Eva worked with the feds. She had a full file on Christian, including footage from your mother's supposed 'accident.' Your sister didn't die because she had to. She died because she got too close and too careless."

He opened the folder beside me. Inside were several surveillance photos. Bank transactions. FBI logs and just in the middle was a black-and-white image of Christian shaking hands with a man I recognized from old family photos.

It was my uncle---who disappeared after a huge argument between him and my mother six years ago.

"What is this?"

"Your legacy."

Then, he slid an envelope out of the file and tossed it into my lap. He untied me, gesturing for me to open the envelope. Inside was a photograph of a six-year-old girl, sitting in a corridor, painting on a canvas.

"Who is she?"

"Your sister's daughter."

My breath hitched in my throat.

"That's impossible--" I couldn't believe my sister had a daughter she never told me about.

But then, it hit me. Eva's dead, which means---

"Is she also---?"

Alessandro shook his head. "She's alive," he said. "Your sister kept her hidden---far away from the mafia. Christian never knew. He wanted a son, not a reminder that he couldn't control everything."

I swallowed a huge lump in my throat.

"Where is she?"

His stare sharpened. "That's not how this works. Do you want the truth? Earn it. I need you to deliver a message."

He handed me a piece of paper with coordinates and a fake memo about a planned FBI raid. "Feed this to Christian. Let's see which side you're really on."

"Why would he believe me?"

"Because you'll make him."

~ After A While

Alessandro let me go before sunrise, and when I returned to the estate, the house was still asleep, so I moved to Christian's study, knowing he'd be there and grateful that Elizabeth was nowhere in sight.

I limped to him, and he rushed to me as soon as his eyes landed on me. I told him that some men kidnapped me a while ago and had my eyes closed while they handed me some piece of paper to give to Christian. I skipped out the Elizabeth part, leaving it for later.

"Are you sure, Lilliana? Because I always find out when someone's lying." He murmured, sitting me down on the couch.

"I'm not lying."

He laughed, a cruel sound. "If you say so,"

That night, he helped tend to the small wounds all over my body, but then I excused myself from him to take a shower, and he did.

"Don't worry, I'll find out who took you. It won't happen again. Ever." He said, gritting his teeth, and I gulped, nodding. I walked out of his study and went straight to my bedroom.

The moment I stepped inside the room, I knew something was off. I looked around the space and realized that my pillows were slashed and feathers were scattered like snow. The closet door was hanging open, swinging slightly.

And then, I saw it---

It was written in blood-red paint all over the mirror.

"Just like your sister, you're next. Sleep well, Mrs. Esposito."