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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 didn't know where that question suddenly came from. "I did."


I put down my bag and rested my head on my hand, looking at him.


"Dante, aren't you tired after all these years?"


"I'm exhausted. Let's just end it here."


Dante’s hand froze as he tried to light his cigar. He flicked the lighter several times, but no flame appeared.


He threw the cigar away in frustration.


"Was it fun, messing around out there?"


"Why don't you bring him up? Let me see him for myself, see what he's really made of."


His sudden accusations left me completely bewildered.


He let go and slumped onto the sofa, laughing bitterly.


I went into the bedroom to pack my things.


The sound of things smashing echoed continuously from the living room.


Chapter 7