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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

I worked hard to recover, and once I was discharged from the hospital, Oliver couldn't wait to bring me back to the estate on the cliffs.


Rosina and her three lackeys were dragged out from the basement.


"Olivia, I'll make sure they pay for everything they've done to you. Just don't be angry with me, okay?" Oliver said, his voice full of regret.


I focused my gaze on Rosina, hatred rising in my chest.


For the past half-month in the basement, they hadn't been fed or given water, tied up like animals.


Now, they were filthy, stinking horribly.


As soon as Rosina saw me and Oliver, she trembled in fear, groveling and begging for mercy.


"Mr. Falcone, Mrs. Falcone, I know I was wrong. Please, just vent your anger on me and let me go!"


Her lackeys immediately tried to distance themselves. "We didn't want any of this. We were just fooled by Rosina. Please don't blame us!"


"Yes, yes! It's Rosina who led us astray. Please just let us go…"


Chapter 7