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One week before my wedding to my fiancé, Don Dominic Romano, my mother went to Mexico to negotiate on behalf of my sister's company.
Her body was sent back to me, covered in suspicious injuries.
I demanded a thorough investigation into my sister's company, but Dominic pushed a check towards me.
"How much? Name your price. Don't let the Romano family become a laughingstock."
Tears stinging my eyes, I confronted him, "That was a human life! You know she was the only family I had left!"
"For eight years, you've called Kayla an illegitimate daughter. She’s trying to make it on her own, and now her new company is being dragged through the mud because of your mother. Can't you show a little compassion?"
Eight years ago, when he took me into the Romano family, he swore he'd take care of my mother and me.
But now, he says, "Who remembers what happened eight years ago?"
I bought a one-way ticket to Paris.
Now, he tore the world apart to find me.

Don't Make Me Hate You

Kayla snuggled against his chest, a flash of triumph in her eyes.


Her fingers, however, were secretly tapping open my chat window on his phone. She snapped a photo of the two of them embracing on the hospital bed and sent it to me.


“Sis, Dominic is with me right now. He said he’ll always be on my side.”


“We got a little too wild last night. Men are always so rough, aren't they? He got a little carried away and hurt me. That’s why I’m in the hospital. Such a shame you've never experienced that, right?”


The moment the message was sent, Dominic's phone rang.


It was his assistant, Tony, calling to say that the funeral home had returned their final payment.


Karina had covered the entire cost herself.


Only then did Dominic remember he had promised to go to the cemetery with Karina.


After a long moment, a cold smirk spread across his face.


“I stood her up, so this is her excuse for giving me the silent treatment?”


Chapter 8