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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

"I was so prejudiced against her. I always thought she despised me, hated me. I never dreamed she would sacrifice her own life to save mine!"


"Maybe she wasn't evil, just misguided. In her last moments, she finally understood what family meant. I'm so, so touched! It's just a shame I'll never get the chance to thank her."


"But I will never forget her. She was the best sister I ever had!"


"Isabella, don't be so heartbroken. Alessia died for you, so you must live your life to the fullest, so her sacrifice isn't in vain!"


"That's right, she died for you. It was a death with meaning! Isabella, you must be strong now, and live for Alessia too!"


The family consoled each other; it was a truly touching performance.


But the more I watched, the more sick I felt, my hands shaking with so much rage I could barely hold my glass.


I hated Isabella with every fiber of my being.


Chapter 6