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I was obsessed with Dante, my young uncle, and sacrificed everything for our forbidden love.
When we eloped seven years ago, his legs were broken, and my right hand was left with a permanent scar.
Now, he caresses my scar, only to call out another's name:
"Sophia, you're so beautiful."
When I discovered his mistress was a month pregnant, I thought that was the ultimate betrayal.
Until, hiding on the balcony, I heard his true feelings:
"I want a child with Lydia, not you! You're just a substitute!"
Seven years of mutual torment, and in his eyes, I was still nothing more than a possession.
This time, I refuse to be his prisoner.

The Don’s Forbidden Niece

"I know even better that, even without that incident, Dante and I probably wouldn't have grown old together. Loyalty is the easiest thing in the world to break."


Dante's cigar had burned all the way down.


He didn't even notice until the ember scorched the skin between his fingers.


"You must be dying to ask why I didn't answer when you called me this afternoon. You also want to ask why I got a hotel room at noon—you don't believe I would have an affair, yet I came back to the villa and broke up with you. "


"That's because I was right there, on Sophia's balcony! I heard you clearly, wavering between the two of us. You're just too greedy."


"This hotel, I booked it for him right after I contacted Vincent. I could have just washed my hands of this and walked away. But I didn't. "


Chapter 8