I walked out of the doctor's office, clutching the diagnosis.

Brain cancer. Mid-to-late stage.

The doctor's words kept replaying—"If we get you into surgery and start targeted therapy now, there's still a slim chance."

Ten years ago, my parents died shielding a teenage Lorenzo during a hit on the Corsica Don.

The Mortoro Family fell apart right after—business gone, bankrupt overnight.

Elisa took me in, honoring the mafia code: blood for blood and always return a favor.

Now, everything I'd saved barely scratched the cost of surgery and treatment.

After a long, hard think, I headed to Lorenzo's office.

The office door was wide open. Sofia was inside, rearranging purple irises on his desk. Lorenzo watched her like she hung the stars.

I froze.

He hated flowers. Always had. But if they came from Sofia? Suddenly, he could love anything.

He looked up. His smile disappeared fast.

"What are you doing here?"

"I need a loan. I'll pay you back." No games. I still wanted to live.

Sofia jumped in, all attitude. "I heard you've been mooching off Lorenzo's family ever since your parents died. Food, clothes, a roof—all free. And now you want cash too? Was marrying him not enough—you after his wallet now?"

I didn't even blink. Just stared at Lorenzo.

He looked away, voice like ice. "She's right. Handle it on your own. Once we're married, your parents' debt is done."

My fists unclenched. His words cut straight through me.

Under the desk, his fingers were laced with Sofia's.

And on his hand—my father's signet ring. The one he left behind before he died.

My voice cracked. "No need to wait for the wedding."

Lorenzo looked thrown for a second. Then it sank in.

"That again?" he snapped. "So your parents saved me. That doesn't mean I owe you for life."

He waved the guards over. Told them to throw me out.

Right as they dragged me away, he told his assistant to buy Sofia an eighty-million-dollar yacht.

Eighty million—more than enough to save me.

Tears blurred everything. I still smiled.

Fine. Now Lorenzo and I were finally free.

Lorenzo ghosted me for a month.

Guess Sofia had his full attention now.

His dead Facebook account? Suddenly blowing up with couple pics.

Opera nights, island getaways—everything he used to call "pointless."

The latest post? Him in a custom tux, Sofia in a wedding dress.

Caption: [Wanted to see the woman I love in a wedding gown.]

I laughed—cold and hollow.

Then I liked the post.

And shut off my phone.

The next day, Lorenzo called—sounded pissed.

"Chiara, bring your ID. Chapel. One hour."

Click.

Five years, and not once had he brought up the chapel.

I was ready to text back no—then I remembered.

Dad's signet ring was still with him.

I wasn't leaving without it.

I headed to the old Corsica chapel—same road I'd walked a million times.

For once, nothing went wrong.

Waited under the bullet-riddled columns for an hour before he showed.

Eyes sunken, reeking of smoke.

He only lit up when he was falling apart.

A whole month since we'd seen each other.

He froze when he saw me.

"What happened to you?"

Chemo had wrecked me. I was all bones and shadows.

He didn't have to say it. I knew I looked like hell.

When I didn't answer, his jaw clenched.

"This is the day we sign. You really wanna look like that in the photos?"

I kept my cool, held out my hand.

"I'm not here to vow anything. I came for my dad's signet ring."

His eyes went wide, like I was being dramatic for no reason.

Then he scoffed, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me inside.

"This is pathetic," he muttered. "Still playing hard to get? You think I'll cave just 'cause of some old family debt? Fine. You win. Let's do the ceremony now. We'll figure out the wedding date later."

The priest acted like it was just another day, already setting up the papers and ceremonial stuff.

"Please show your ID and sign the marriage form."

Lorenzo pulled out the Corsica signet ring. As he handed it over, his sleeve slipped—

Fresh ink on his wrist.

Sofia's initials, wrapped in a red rose.

The priest, totally clueless, smiled.

"How sweet! A tattoo! You two must be head over heels."

Lorenzo flinched, yanked his sleeve down.

He shot me a quick look—awkward, almost guilty.

I stayed stone-faced.

Then his tone turned sharp.

"What, forgot your ID again? Scared something might've stopped you this time too?"

I took a breath.

"I said—I'm not here to get married. Just give me the ring—"

His satellite phone blared.

He picked up.

A panicked voice shouted through the line:

"Don! It's bad! Ms. Camorra OD'd—sleeping pills. We don't think she'll make it. And... there's a note. She wrote that it was Ms. Mortoro who pushed her to it!"

Lorenzo bolted up.

Gone was the calm—just raw panic twisting his face.

"Chiara! How DARE you—!"

He looked at me like he was ready to kill.

In all the years I'd known him, I'd never seen him snap like that.

No time to explain—he just waved the guards over.

They grabbed me, shoved me into the car, and drove straight to Sofia's place.

The mansion was trashed.

Every photo of her and Lorenzo? Smashed.

Sofia lay on the bed, pale and barely breathing.

Lorenzo dropped to his knees, crumpling beside her.

He grabbed her hand, voice cracking.

"Sofia! Look at me! I won't marry her, okay? Just open your eyes—look at me!"

Next to her: an open pill bottle and a bloody suicide note, all blame aimed straight at me.

His eyes went wild.

He spun and slammed me against the wall, hand at my throat.

Didn't even notice—half the pills were untouched.

Sofia barely took anything.

But he was gone—full beast mode, shaking with rage.

"Chiara! Why the hell would you do this?! You wanted the wedding—I agreed! Why push her this far?! What'd she ever do to you?!"

His stare cut like ice.

All hate.

Lorenzo never believed me. Not even for a second.

"I didn't push her... I don't even want to marry you... I just wanted my dad's ring..."

The words barely made it past his grip.

Didn't matter. He wasn't listening.

Then—he let go.

Smack.

Everything went dark.

Pain lit up my face like fireworks.

He'd slapped me. Hard.

Lorenzo's bloodshot eyes locked on me as he yanked off the signet ring.

He held it up—then dropped it.

The obsidian signet ring—Dad's last keepsake—hit the floor and shattered.

I just stood there, staring.

Couldn't even stop my lips from shaking.

"There. You wanted it back—I gave it to you," he snapped. "You think I cared your parents saved me ten years ago? If I'd known I had to trade my freedom and marriage for it, I'd rather have died in that ambush.

"They chose death. Why the hell should I be chained to it?"

His voice was pure venom—ten years of buried hate, finally unleashed.

Sofia's stunt had snapped whatever was left of him.

His gaze sharpened.

He grabbed the pill bottle off the floor.

One signal—

The guard slammed the back of my knees.

I hit the carpet, helpless. "Lorenzo! You've lost your mind!"

He grabbed my chin and forced the pills down my throat.

Each one scraped like glass, burning all the way down.

"Sofia must've hurt worse when she took hers," he muttered. "Now you get to feel it too."

I tried to spit them out, but the guard clamped my mouth shut, fingers digging into my neck.

I swallowed.

The suffocation came fast.

My vision spun.

Right before it all faded, Lorenzo loomed over me—

Face blank, like I was nothing.

"Chiara, I'll have my mother end the engagement. I was wrong. Should've picked Sofia from the start."

Tears slipped down.

They walked away, didn't even look back.

Left me choking on the floor, shaking into the dark.

Lorenzo hated being forced into our engagement.

Lucky for him—I'd already made the decision.

***

"The patient's vitals are stable. The dosage wasn't enough to be fatal. She'll wake up soon."

Lorenzo finally let out the breath he'd been holding. His head buzzed—panic and fury sparking like a live wire. Sofia on the bed had scared him stupid.

Then his breath hitched. 'Chiara.' He'd forgotten her. She'd swallowed a bunch of pills too. Remorse slammed into his chest.

He spun, eyes hard. "Where's Chiara? Did you take her to the hospital? Get a doctor to pump her stomach—now! This ends here!"

The men froze.

"Don... you didn't give orders to take Ms. Mortoro to the hospital. We... We followed your instructions and left her there..."