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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

Rosina fluttered into Oliver's arms like a butterfly, completely changing from the vicious woman who had just tormented me. She spoke in a sweet, almost childlike voice, "Babe, where have you been? If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known someone snuck in here trying to seduce you!"


"You won't believe what that awful woman was doing when she snuck into your house. Just look at the mess she made! But don’t worry. I've already taught her a lesson!" Rosina grabbed a handful of my matted hair and yanked me toward Oliver’s feet, pushing the blame onto me once more. She even kicked me as she spoke.


"Babe, look, she’s already apologized. Just make her pay a fine and be done with it," she added, trying to play the innocent angel, her face as sweet as could be.


Oliver looked at me, covered in paint and blood, disfigured beyond recognition, and didn't even recognize me. To him, I was just an intruder who had ruined everything. His eyes burned with a cold, possessive madness.


Chapter 4