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"You're a weapon, Alessia. You're strong enough to survive this."
To save the family's cherished adopted daughter, Isabella, my fiancé Marco handed me over to our Russian rivals.
My own father, Don Falcone, saw my sacrifice as a small price for a truce.
My only hope was Luca, my childhood friend, who swore he'd bring me home.
He lied.
A week later, as I was being psychologically broken, I was forced to know a lavish party at the Falcone villa to celebrate Marco and Isabella’s engagement.
The Bratva leader saw it as an insult and left me to die in a fire.
But I was reborn from the ashes.
This time, when Marco knelt and begged me to go, I simply said, "Fine."
Now, five years later, Marco and Luca look at me with haunted eyes, begging for the girl I was.
"I’m not Alessia."
"And I’m already married."
My debt is paid.
Now, it's time to collect theirs.

Love Blooms From Embers

"This is an official report from our inside source. It can't be fake."


Following this was Isabella's heart-wrenching sob.


"It's all my fault. If I wasn't so foolish and let myself get taken, Alessia wouldn't have been killed. I don't deserve to be alive. I want to die!"


While feigning a lunge for a nearby window, she peeked toward the two men.


But even as she made a show of collapsing, neither of them moved to catch her.


She crumpled to the floor, wailing, while Marco, his eyes red-rimmed, walked silently from the room.


When someone tried to stop him, he just kept repeating:


"I'm going to get revenge. Whoever hurt her, I'll make them pay for Alessia with their own blood!"


Meanwhile, Luca gripped the informant’s arm tightly.


"Where is Alessia now? Can you take me to see her?"


"Per Falcone family tradition, the body will not be displayed. This is also to preserve her final dignity."


Chapter 5