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My sister was framed for seducing the Don of a rival family.
As punishment, my husband, Vincent, chained her in a cold storage for three days and nights.
To save her, Vincent demanded a price: my mother's signet ring—the last piece of her I had left—for his mistress.
Blinded by tears, I twisted the signet ring from my finger.
But just as I was about to hand it over...
My son kicked my hand away, his face twisted in disgust. "Who said you could stand?"
"Crawl over here. On your knees. And put it on Aunt Tessa’s hand yourself."
I knelt on the floor and crawled on all fours toward the woman who destroyed my life.
That night, they took a lobe of my lung and gave it to her.
I woke to learn my sister had frozen to death anyway.
Wiping away my tears, I made a call.
"I'll take your deal. But I want ten times what you offered."

He Loved Me in the Morgue

"I have to say, you're a ruthless one. Letting her sister freeze and then having her mother's ashes scattered."


"Luke was the one who locked the sister in the cold storage, and Vincent scattered the ashes. What does any of that have to do with me?"


Upon hearing his name, Vincent could no longer hold back.


Panic contorting his features, he kicked the door open, lunged for Tessa, and grabbed her by the collar. "You're lying," he snarled. "Tell me you're lying!"


Tessa, who never dreamed she'd be overheard, stared at him, pure panic in her eyes as her secret was laid bare.


Her terrified expression was all the confirmation he needed.


Tears slid from the corners of his eyes.


Vincent's grip went slack. He stumbled backward, his face a mask of grief and disbelief.


So it was true. Mila died in that cold storage. And those ashes… Isabella's mother… What have I done?


Chapter 6