Chapter 1
In my past life, I’d only seen Arianna Visconti in the photographs scattered across Massimo’s private study.
Now, reborn with a second chance, I needed to see for myself what made this girl so damn special that she could teach a stone–cold
killer how to love.
I called Vincenzo Moretti first, my hands trembling as I dialed.
“Isabella?” His voice was rough, surprised. “This is unexpected.”
“I need you to get my parents out of Italy. New Zealand, within the week. Can you do it?”
A long pause. Then I heard him chuckle–dark and satisfied. “Well, well. Princess finally woke up, huh? Took you long enough to see
what kind of psychopath you married.”
My throat tightened. “Just… can you help them or not?”
“Baby, I’ve been waiting ten years for you to make this call. Of course I’ll help.” His voice softened slightly. “What else do you need?”
“Divorce papers. The best lawyer money can buy.”
“Now you’re talking my language. I know exactly the guy–he’s made Massimo’s life hell before. This is gonna be fun.”
The vindictive pleasure in his voice should have bothered me, but all I felt was hollow relief.
After hanging up, I made my way to La Scala, where Arianna was rehearsing.
She floated across that stage like she belonged in heaven, not this godforsaken world. Every movement was pure grace–ethereal,
untouchable, perfect.
God, no wonder Massimo was obsessed. Looking at her was like staring at sunlight after living in darkness your whole life.
“Careful-!”
One of the old stage lights suddenly broke free, plummeting toward the dancers below.
I stumbled backward, but Arianna–without hesitation–threw herself forward, shielding a younger girl with her own body.
Metal scraped against bone. Blood bloomed across her white leotard like spilled wine.
She barely flinched, just turned to comfort the sobbing girl: “Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart. These old theaters, right? Always falling
apart.”
I stood there, frozen, watching her blood drip onto the polished floor. Even bleeding, she was beautiful.
Even hurt, she was everything I’d never be.
Thirty minutes later, I found myself in the theater’s tiny medical room, awkwardly trying to help bandage her shoulder.
“You don’t have to do this,” she said softly, wincing as I cleaned the wound.
“It’s fine.” My voice came out rougher than intended.
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Her skin was like porcelain–I could see the blue veins underneath. There was an old scar along her collarbone, faded bar will visible
“What happened here?” I asked, touching it gently.
She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Kid stuff. You know how it is growing up poor–we weren’t exactly bubble–wrapped”
But I knew better. Street kids didn’t get proper medical care. They got whatever kept them alive.
Your hands are shaking,” she said suddenly, looking up at me with those impossibly kind eyes.
I jerked back like I’d been burned. Of course they were shaking. These same hands had been helpless while Massimo tortured my parents to death in my past life.
“Here.” I fumbled for the check I’d prepared, shoving it at her. Take this. And in a month, I’ll have something even better for you
In a month, I’d be free. She could have him all to herself.
Arianna pushed the money back without even looking at the amount. I don’t want your money. That’s not why I helped.”
Her phone buzzed. My blood went cold when I saw the name on the screen: Massimo.
She answered, and even from where I stood, I could hear his voice–sharp with concer
“How bad is it?
Tm fine, really. Just a tiny cut. You don’t need to-
I’m already in the air.”
The line went dead. Of course he was. Probably had someone watching her every move.
Funny how his surveillance network never seemed to notice when his wife was falling apart.
I laughed, but it came out biner and broken. “He’ll be here soon.”
Isabella-
Last time I was hospitalized, he sent flowers.” The words spilled out before I could stop them. The card said not to die because be didn’t have tim eal with my funeral.”
pled with sympathy. I’m so sorry.”
one being sorry.”
for the exit, my chest tight with ten years of suppressed rage and heartbreak.
ke care of yourself, Arianna. You deserve better than this world.”
But you’ll get him anyway. Because that’s how this story goes.
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Chapter 2
