Where the Olive Trees Weep

The boy I once saved grew up to be the Don of the Falcone family.

He was possessive. Obsessive.

For ten years, he caged me in his estate. My grandfather's life was the price for our marriage.

But my heart was the one thing he could never own.

So he found my replacement—a woman with my face.

One day, she stormed into the estate. "You bitch! You really got surgery to look like me? Just so you could go after my man?"

She smashed my wrists with a hammer. "You'll never paint again!"

I was left broken, bleeding.

That's when he returned. Don Oliver Falcone.

He didn't recognize my ruined face.

"Get rid of the intruder," he ordered.

"Wait!" the housekeeper cried, rushing out. "Boss, the Signora is missing!"