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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

Volkov remained extremely cautious, keeping me in a secure suite, leaving before dawn and returning late at night.


I searched desperately for a way to access his network, but I was keenly aware of the micro-cameras hidden everywhere.


He was a professional, so careful I couldn't find an opening.


Two months later, during the chaotic final bidding at the art auction, he was distracted. In the noise and confusion, he whispered in my ear:


"I told you I'd give you the world. Why couldn't you wait for me?"


While playing along, I used a custom device to clone the chip in his private phone.


That night, the tracker in my body pulsed three times, the signal for mission completion.


It was time for me to go, but as I moved to leave our box, Volkov's hand clamped down on my wrist.


I felt a surge of cold panic, but it was quickly replaced by a deafening blast.


Chapter 8