ella

the Moretti estate's corridor, a definitive period at the end of a bloody sentence. Her icy gaze swept over the ash

tated, her voice a clear, authoritative whip that demanded absolut

chance to speak. She turned to the Carso

was suffocatingly silent. The moment the heavy double doors of the suite clicked shut,

ldiers' grip. She threw herself onto the plush carp

reaked face twisting with pure venom as she pointed a trembli

the pathetic, ruined creature she had become. As she lunge

against her hysteria. "Did you lose because you

. Caitlin let out a guttural, hysterical

e us. "One more word of disrespect toward Isabella, and you will not ju

al torturers-made the room freeze. But the si

e struck Caitlin across the face with all her might. Grabbing a f

r survival. "You ruined yourself, and now you want to drag your sister Bridget dow

sed her right hand, her eyes wide with feigned righteousness. "I swear on my life, Mot

realized her own mother had just severed their bloodline to save herself. Eleanor

ame. Take every piece of jewelry, every dime that belongs to this family, and t

necklace from Caitlin's throat and dragged her toward the exit. I walk

giving Chicago blizzard, her torn emerald dress offering no protection against the freezing wind. She collapsed on t

, I could just make out the distant, glowing lights of the Moretti estate. Ca

Vendetta burning brighter than ever. *Marco Moretti... Caterina... all of yo