Chapter 8 - The Last SecretDamien dismissed every guard.
Only the two of them remained.
He opened one final envelope.
Inside was a faded photograph of a young woman.
Beautiful.
Smiling.
Holding a newborn baby.
Isabella frowned.
"Who is she?"
Damien stared at the picture for several seconds.
"My mother."
He looked back at Isabella.
"She betrayed my father."
"She stole from him."
"She ran away with another man."
Three gunshots echoed in Damien's memory.
"My father hunted them down."
"He killed the man..."
"...and watched my mother die protecting him."
Silence.
"When I met you..."
"I saw the same hunger in your eyes."
"I wasn't looking for a wife."
"I was testing whether history would repeat itself."
He stepped aside as the agents approached.
The handcuffs clicked around Isabella's wrists.
She finally understood the cruelest truth of all.
She had spent years believing she was outsmarting the most dangerous mafia boss in America.
In reality...
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She had been trapped inside a test that had begun before he ever asked her to marry him.
And she had failed it the moment she chose greed over loyalty.
