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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 stared, my face a blank mask, at the video feed on the screen. Such brilliant actors, I thought with cold amusement. If they hadn't personally locked my sister in a cold storage to freeze, scattered my mother's ashes, and carved a lung out of my body, I might have actually believed their grief was real.


Shaking my head, I turned to Antonio Moretti, the man sitting across from me. "Is everything arranged for what comes next?"


Antonio smiled and snapped his fingers.


"Of course. Rest assured, my Principessa. Soon, they will taste the same despair you did."


I nodded, my gaze drifting to the Chicago skyline beyond the window.


Mom. Mila. Rest easy. Your vengeance is almost complete.


After Vincent and Luke left for the hospital, Tessa fainted in the Castellano manor.


When she next awoke, she was in the very same cold storage where Mila had frozen to death.


"Vincent! Luke! What is this? Let me down!"


Chapter 10