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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!"

Where the Olive Trees Weep

But what followed was more torture and pain.


Before that, a video was posted online where she admitted she was the real mistress who had schemed to ruin an innocent woman.


Public opinion quickly shifted, and those who had once attacked me now turned their venom on Rosina. It was laughable. They thought this would somehow cover up the fact that they had caused an elderly man's death.


Oliver thought this would wash away his sins, but he had done irreparable damage. Not every mistake can be fixed with an apology. Even if I sought revenge, it wouldn't erase my hatred or make him feel the same pain.


I remained cold, watching everything unfold with unshakable bitterness. None of them were innocent.


Oliver looked at me with a pleading expression, trying to please me. "Olivia, you don't need to get your hands dirty. I'll take care of everything."


He didn't want me to see the bloody aftermath, so he made sure to send me to the car.


Chapter 8