Even if I couldn’t get Angelo back, I was still trying everything to avoid marrying Riccardo.

When Riccardo came to make the official proposal, I was sitting in the Falcone family meeting room.

"You want to marry me? Fine. Here's my condition," I said, looking Riccardo dead in the eye. "I want the man who caused my mother's car crash three years ago. And I want him alive."

The room was stunned.

Everyone believed it was an accident, but I was convinced it was murder.

It was an impossible demand. I wanted him to fail.

Riccardo smiled. "An interesting condition. I accept."

Three days later, a bloody, beaten man was dumped at the gates of the Falcone estate.

He was a minor captain from a Moretti branch family.

Riccardo announced that this was the killer and that he had "cleaned house" as a show of good faith.

My father was stunned.

Riccardo had sacrificed one of his own capos. For a woman.

The message was clear: he was powerful, ruthless, and absolutely obsessed.

In his mind, the marriage was a done deal.

Just then, the butler rushed into the room.

"Sir, Angelo Marino is here."

A flicker of hope ignited in my chest.

He had to be here to stop this sham of a wedding.

The moment Angelo walked in, I stopped breathing.

He was as handsome and powerful as ever.

But the look he gave me was ice-cold.

"Mr. Falcone." He nodded to my father, completely ignoring me.

"Angelo, have a seat," my father said, gesturing to the other end of the table.

Angelo sat down, lacing his fingers on the table. "I hear the Moretti family is making a very generous offer. But I'm here to remind you of the price for making a deal with the devil."

My father's face tightened.

"I'm here to make a real proposal. One that will truly solidify the alliance between our families." Angelo's gaze swept the room.

His eyes slid past me, as if I were nothing more than a piece of furniture.

For a split second, I thought he was going to change his mind.

"I want to marry your other daughter, Gia Falcone."

The world went silent.

Angelo added calmly, "Gia is untouched. Simple. Pliable. She'll make a fine wife for the Don of the Marino family. This is business, Liliana. Nothing more."

The room started to spin.

Gia. My half-sister.

The one who used our mother's memory and the threat of suicide to force me away from Angelo.

The illegitimate one.

So, in the end, is it all fated to repeat itself?

"Angelo..." my voice was barely a whisper.

He finally looked at me, his eyes empty of any emotion. "Miss Liliana, congratulations on your upcoming marriage to Mr. Moretti. It seems we've both found our most logical match."

"'Logical match'?" I stood up, my voice trembling. "This isn't what I want..."

"Well, Mr. Marino wants to marry your sister," Riccardo taunted from the side. "Looks like you're stuck with me for life."

"Shut up!" I snapped at him.

"Liliana, sit down," my father's voice was stern.

I didn't. I looked at Angelo, tears in my eyes. "Why Gia?"

Angelo was silent for a few seconds. "Because she's clean."

That one word was a knife to the heart.

Clean.

Which meant I was tainted.

Because of the lies. Because of the betrayals he believed were real.

"Angelo, let me explain—"

"There's no need," he cut me off. "My decision is made."

He turned to my father. "Mr. Falcone, I await your answer."

"You don't have to wait," my father stood up. "I accept your proposal."

I collapsed back into my chair, my world falling apart.

Angelo was going to marry Gia.

And I was going to marry Riccardo.

This was so much worse than my last life.

At least then, Angelo had still loved me, even after I'd rejected him.

This time, he hated me.

After the meeting, I ran out and blocked Angelo's car at the estate gate.

The window rolled down, revealing his cold, impassive face.

"Move, Liliana."

"Why?" I leaned on the car window, my vision blurred by tears. "Why are you marrying Gia?"

He looked at me without a flicker of emotion. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

His lips twisted into a cold smirk. "This way, when you're Mrs. Moretti, you won't have to feel guilty about betraying me."

I tried everything to get out of marrying Riccardo, but nothing worked.

Despair and pain were my constant companions.

The next morning, the butler handed me an invitation.

"Miss Liliana, an invitation to the grand opening of the Black Diamond Club."

I looked at the embossed skyscraper on the card, and a sharp pain shot through my chest.

That club. It was where Angelo and I had our first real date.

He told me he would buy the building one day, that he would give me the best of everything.

Now, it was built, but he wasn't the owner.

"I'm not going." I pushed the invitation back.

"Liliana," my father said, coming out of his study. "The Moretti family is one of the hosts. You will attend with Riccardo. You need to show everyone where the Falcone family stands."

I closed my eyes. "I understand."

The party was in a penthouse club at the top of a new Manhattan skyscraper.

The noise inside was suffocating, so I slipped out onto the observation deck.

You could see the entire New York City skyline, but the hundred-meter drop was terrifying.

"Liliana."

A familiar voice made me turn.

Angelo stood there in a dark grey, subtly patterned suit, looking sharp and cold against the glittering night.

But it was the woman next to him that made my heart stop.

Gia.

Poured into a champagne-colored dress, she clung to Angelo’s arm, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face.

"Liliana," Gia said sweetly. "All alone in the cold? I heard you were a little short on cash lately. You tried to sell Mother's 'Heart of Eternity' sapphire, but Mr. Moretti bought it back at a high price. He must really love you."

Her words were a dagger to the heart.

That sapphire was my last resort. I was going to sell it and use the money to disappear.

Riccardo had cut off that escape route, too.

He bought the gem but put the money in an account he created for me.

I couldn't touch a single cent.

"Gia, it's windy. You'll catch a cold," Angelo's voice was soft.

He produced a pocket square and gently dabbed her lips, where a single drop of champagne lingered. The gesture was so casual, so intimate, it twisted the knife in my gut.

Then I saw the platinum cufflinks on Angelo's wrist.

I had given them to him. They were engraved with our initials.

As if feeling my gaze, Angelo frowned.

Without a word, he unfastened the cufflinks. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tossed them into the fountain on the deck.

"Old things," he said, his voice flat. "They were never really mine."

The cufflinks sank to the bottom, just like our past.

I couldn't take it anymore. I turned to run.

Just then, a piercing fire alarm blared through the building.

The sprinkler system kicked on, causing instant chaos.

Guests screamed and scrambled for the fire exits.

"Liliana, this way!" Gia suddenly ran back and grabbed my hand. "I know a shortcut!"

Before I could question her, she was pulling me toward the other end of the hall, toward a bank of service elevators.

The door to one was eerily ajar, revealing a pitch-black shaft. The fire alarm had cut power to all the elevators.

"Gia, we can't go this way!" I tried to pull my hand free.

"Why not?" A twisted smile spread across Gia's face. "Isn't this perfect? The scene of a perfect accident."

My blood ran cold. "What did you do?"

"I just wanted you to disappear!" she screamed, shoving me with all her might toward the open elevator shaft.

I was ready for it. I grabbed the doorframe, but my heels slipped on the wet floor.

As I lost my balance, I lunged and grabbed Gia’s arm.

"If I go down," I snarled, "you're coming with me!"

We fell into darkness, her shrieks echoing above us.

Before the pain hit, I felt my body slam into a hard, metal surface.

We had landed on top of the elevator car.

I felt like my spine had snapped. I couldn't move.

Gia was just scraped up. She looked around in terror, then at me.

From above, I heard Angelo’s desperate shouts.

"Gia!"

A beam of light cut through the darkness. I saw his face, filled with fear and worry.

"Angelo! Help me!" Gia screamed first. "The elevator's going to fall! She... she tried to take me with her!"

I was in too much pain to speak. All I could do was weakly reach a hand toward him.

The elevator cables groaned, a sickening, high-pitched screech.

The car began to sway, ready to plunge into the abyss.

"Don't be afraid! I'm coming!" Without hesitating, Angelo used a fire hose to rappel down to the elevator car.

But he went to Gia first.

The moment Angelo lifted her, a chunk of concrete, loosened by the fire, fell from the ceiling above me. It crashed down onto my back.

I heard a sickening crack. My spine. The sound was absolute. Final.

"No!" Angelo roared in agony.

He secured Gia to a rescue line, sending her up first.

Only then, after she was safe, did he bark an order for his men to get me.

They pulled me up to safety.

But as I lost consciousness, I knew that my legs, and my life, had shattered with that one, final crack.

"Crippled?" The word hung in the air. I stared at my father, my voice a raw whisper. "What did you say?"

"The doctors confirmed it." My father wouldn't meet my eyes. "Your spine was severely damaged in the fall. The nerves to your legs... they're severed. You'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

I shook my head frantically. "No, that's impossible. There has to be a cure, there has to be..."

"Liliana, accept it," my father said, standing up. "At least you're alive."

Alive? You call this living?

I slammed my fists against my thighs, but I felt nothing.

It was like hitting two logs of wood.

"No!" I shrieked hysterically. "It's not possible!"

A nurse rushed in and gave me a sedative.

As my consciousness faded, I saw my father's disappointed face.

He looked at me like I was damaged goods. Worthless.

Three days later, Angelo came.

He stood in the doorway of my hospital room holding a bouquet of white roses, his handsome face a mask of complicated emotions.

"Liliana," he said softly.

I turned my head away. I didn't want to look at him.

"I heard what happened." He walked to my bedside and set down the flowers. "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry?" I laughed coldly. "What are you sorry for? For not saving me? Or for the fact that your fiancée almost murdered me?"

Angelo's face darkened. "It was an accident," Angelo said, his voice tight. "Gia was terrified. She's still in shock."

"An accident?" I finally turned to look at him, speaking each word slowly. "Do you really believe it was an accident?"

"Liliana, don't overthink this," he frowned. "Why would Gia want to hurt you? You're her sister."

I saw the sincerity in his eyes, and my heart died completely.

He really believed her.

He really thought Gia was innocent.

"You're right," I said, closing my eyes. "It was just an accident."

"Liliana..." Angelo's voice cracked. "If you need anything, anything at all, I can—"

"Get out."

"What?"

"I said, get out!" I opened my eyes and stared at him coldly. "Your fiancée is waiting for you. You shouldn't be wasting your time here."

Angelo stood in silence for a few seconds, then turned and left.

Before he left, I heard him whisper to my nurse in the hallway, "Take good care of her."

I watched him go, silent tears streaming down my face.

An hour later, Riccardo arrived.

He swept into the room with a huge bouquet of red roses, a look of heart-wrenching devotion on his face for the reporters that had flooded in behind him.

"My angel," he knelt by my bed, stroking my cheek. "You've suffered so much."

The camera flashes were blinding.

"Mr. Moretti, are you really going to marry a disabled woman?" a reporter shouted.

"Of course," Riccardo said, looking at me with deep affection, his voice loud and clear. "Liliana is the love of my life. No matter what happens to her, I will love her, marry her, and take care of her for the rest of our lives."

The next day, the headlines all screamed about the devoted mafia boss who refused to abandon his crippled fiancée.

But when we were finally alone in the room, his face went cold.

He leaned in close, his voice a venomous whisper meant only for me. "Now you can't run, can you, Liliana? It's perfect. My butterfly, with broken wings. Trapped under glass. Mine. Forever."

I looked at the crazy, possessive gleam in his eyes and felt a chill go through my bones.

Two weeks later, I was in the hospital garden in my wheelchair.

As the nurse was pushing me back to my room, I heard familiar voices coming from the end of the hall, near another VIP suite.

It was Angelo and Gia.

I motioned for the nurse to stop around the corner.

"You better start explaining!" Angelo's voice was frigid. "The fire alarm that day, the broken elevator... was that you?"

"I..." Gia's voice was choked with sobs. "Angelo, I just love you so much! I was jealous of her! My whole life, everyone has always loved Liliana more! She had everything, and I just... I wanted to teach her a lesson, make her less than perfect, so you would only have eyes for me! I never thought she'd actually be crippled..."

"So you tried to kill her?" Angelo’s voice was filled with a terrifying, suppressed rage.

"I didn't! It was an accident!" Gia shrieked.

I gripped the arms of my wheelchair, my knuckles white.

I held my breath, waiting for Angelo's verdict. He was going to get justice for me.

But what I heard next sent me into an icy abyss.

"Enough," Angelo's voice was terrifyingly calm. "From now on, this is the story: it was an accident. Liliana fell, and you were the hero who tried to save her. But this will not happen a second time. "

"Angelo..." Gia’s voice was laced with surprised relief.

"Shut up and listen," Angelo’s tone was a flat, deadly threat. "Our engagement won’t be off. But if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, including Liliana, not only will I make your life a living hell, I will make sure the entire Falcone family pays for your stupidity."

I heard footsteps. Angelo was leaving.

"Do you... still love her?" Gia asked, her voice desperate.

Angelo paused for a long, suffocating moment.

"A cripple," he answered, his voice devoid of all emotion, "and a woman about to be Mrs. Moretti... is of no use to me."

I quickly signaled the nurse to push me away.

Back in my room, I sat in my wheelchair, feeling a deep, soul-crushing cold.

He knew the truth.

But he chose to bury it.

He used my family to threaten Gia, to keep the scandal from tainting the Marino name.

And his last words... they crushed every last bit of hope I had.

A cripple. Of no use to him.

In his eyes, I was already a lost cause.