Chapter 56: Another Man

*Layla*

I woke with a start as the guard's harsh voice echoed through the solitary cell, announcing that it was time for breakfast and I had a visitor. My heart raced, wondering who could have come to see me in this dismal place.

Was it Ethan again?

The guard, a stern-faced woman with a mocking smirk, unlocked my cell door and motioned for me to step out. "Well, well, well," she drawled, her eyes raking over me with disdain and amusement. "If it isn't Dante DeLuca's little mafia princess."

She pulled out a glossy magazine from her back pocket, flipping it open to a page that showcased pictures of Dante and me attending a charity event. We looked stunning, our smiles bright and our eyes filled with love as we posed for the cameras.

"How the mighty have fallen," the guard sneered, holding out the magazine towards me. "Want to give me an autograph, princess? A little souvenir of your glory days?"