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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

The room was a wreck, with things strewn across the floor.


A single check lay on the otherwise bare table.


Sophia hugged a throw pillow, curled up on the sofa.


But her eyes were filled with resilience.


Sophia drank her water, finger marks of varying shades still visible on her neck.


Actually, for me, this was all par for the course.


The difference was, Dante and I hit each other.


When I got heated, he'd point at my hand.


Calling me a cripple, a useless waste who couldn't hold a gun.


I, in turn, would tell him to stand up and take a few steps.


We both knew each other's greatest vulnerabilities.


"Are you going to get back together with him?"


I looked at my phone. "My family is already downstairs waiting for me."


I was on the landing waiting for the elevator when Sophia rushed out after me.


Downstairs, an out-of-place luxury SUV was parked by the curb.


Chapter 6