Chapter 3
That’s all it took for Lorenzo to forget. To erase our daughter like she never existed.
The De Luca empire’s five–star hotel was lit up like a beacon, the grand ballroom filled with the most powerful figures in the mafia world. Champagne flowed, laughter echoed, and a massive banner hung above the stage-
WELCOME HOME, ISABELLA & DANTE.
My nails dug into my palm as I stood at the entrance, staring at the scene before me. Amara had only been gone for fourteen days. Fourteen. And yet here he was, throwing a goddamn celebration. My grief, my pain–it meant nothing to him.
I pushed past the guards, ignoring their protests. My heels clicked against the marble floors as I stormed through the crowd, my vision tunneling toward the stage. Toward them.
Lorenzo stood at the center, dressed in an expensive black suit, his presence commanding as always. Beside him, Isabella wore a stunning red gown, her arm draped possessively over his. She was glowing. Smiling. As if she hadn’t stolen everything from me. As if my daughter hadn’t just been buried.
Rage roared in my chest. I didn’t think. I just moved.
The gasps came the moment my palm connected with Isabella’s cheek. The sharp crack echoed through the ballroom. Her head snapped to the side, shock flickering in her eyes before she quickly masked it.
“Valeria-” Lorenzo’s voice was sharp, warning.
But I wasn’t finished. “How dare you?” My whole body shook. “You stand here, celebrating, while my daughter–our daughter–is in the ground?” My voice cracked, but I didn’t care. I turned to Lorenzo, fury burning through every word. “You didn’t even give me a month, Lorenzo. Not even a month to grieve. And now, you’re parading your whore like she’s some kind of queen?”
Isabella let out a small gasp before–
she collapsed dramatically to the floor. Crying. Loudly. As if she was the victim.
“Oh my God!” she sobbed, pressing a trembling hand to her cheek. “She hit.
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floor. Crying. Loudly. As it she was the victim.
“Oh my God!” she sobbed, pressing a trembling hand to her cheek. “She hit me! She attacked me in front of everyone!” Tears streamed down her face, her
shoulders shaking violently. “Lorenzo, please,” she whimpered. “Make her stop.”
Lorenzo’s jaw clenched, his entire body radiating tension. And then–a small figure rushed forward.
Dante. His son. His precious son.
The boy launched himself at me, his tiny fists slamming into my stomach. “You monster!” he screamed, his little face twisted in fury. “You hurt my mama! You’re a bad person! My papa doesn’t love you anymore!” He kicked me–hard.
Pain shot through my ribs, but I barely had time to react before his fists pounded against me again. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his small body trembling with anger. “I hate you! I hate you! You deserve to be alone forever!”
Guards moved forward, hesitating. No one knew if they should stop him. Lorenzo did nothing. He just stood there, watching.
I swallowed back the pain, my breath shaky. I wasn’t going to fight a child. Even if he was Isabella’s. Even if he was his. But the betrayal stung like hell.
I looked up, my vision blurred. And that’s when I saw it–Isabella smirking. Just for a second. Just enough for me to see the triumph in her eyes before she quickly wiped her tears, clinging onto Lorenzo’s arm like a fragile victim.
“She’s trying to ruin us, Lorenzo,” she whispered brokenly. “She can’t stand that you love me now.”
Lorenzo exhaled sharply, his hand clenching into a fist. I knew what was coming before he even moved.
The slap came fast.
Pain exploded across my face as I staggered back. The entire ballroom fell silent. I slowly lifted my gaze, my skin stinging, my pride shattered. Lorenzo didn’t look regretful. Didn’t look anything. His expression was cold. Distant. Like I was nothing to him. Like I hadn’t been his wife for years. Like I hadn’t carried his child.
“This ends tonight,” he said, his voice emotionless.
He pulled something from his pocket and threw it at me. The papers scattered to the floor at my feet.
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Divorce papers.
I stared at them, frozen. But then–photos. Pictures floated in the air, landing around me.
Me. Naked. In bed. With three different men. Intimate. Compromising. Lies.
I gasped, my entire body going cold. “What the hell is this?”
Lorenzo’s jaw tightened, his eyes filled with nothing but disgust. “You think I wouldn’t find out?” His voice dripped with venom. “You’ve been spreading your legs for my enemies. Sleeping with my rivals.”
“No,” I whispered, my throat closing up. “Lorenzo, this isn’t real. I never-” Isabella sobbed harder, pressing her face against his chest. “Lorenzo, do we really have to do this here? She’s already humiliated herself enough.”
I snapped my gaze to her. And that’s when I saw it. The slight smirk. The glint of satisfaction in her eyes.
She had done this. She had planted these photos.
But Lorenzo didn’t see it. Or maybe he didn’t want to.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You think I would betray you?” My voice wavered, but I forced myself to meet his gaze. “After everything? After Amara?”
Something flickered in his eyes at her name. But then, just as quickly, it was gone.
“I don’t care anymore, Valeria.” His voice was final. Cold. “Sign the papers.” I sucked in a sharp breath. He wasn’t going to listen. He had already chosen his side. Chosen her.
My heart cracked, but I refused to break–not in front of them. I straightened, lifting my chin. “You’ll regret this.”
Lorenzo didn’t reply. He simply turned his back on me. Just like he had with Amara.
And as I stood there, surrounded by whispers and judgment, I realized something-
Lorenzo De Luca, the man I once loved, was dead to me.
And if he thought I would walk away quietly…
He had no idea what I was capable of.
