In his eyes, I was the woman who had schemed her way into Dante's life, the orphan ward who had "tricked" the heir into a blood-bound union. That belief had taken root long ago, and no matter what I did, it had never changed.
So I stopped trying.
The painting was large, its silk surface catching the light as Liliana carefully held it up. She adjusted her position slightly, then stepped back, wanting Don Salvatore to take in the full view.
I noticed the movement and instinctively shifted to the side, trying to give her space.
But she moved faster.
Too fast.
Her shoulder collided directly into me.
There was no time to react.
With a startled cry, she stumbled backward, her balance completely lost. The next second, she fell down the stone steps of the estate entrance, the painting slipping from her grasp and tumbling with her.
The delicate silk tore the moment it hit the ground.
Right down the middle.
The sound was sharp. Final.
Two soldiers near the entrance stiffened but didn't move. No one moved without the Family's word.
Dante reacted instantly.
"Lily!" he shouted, rushing forward without hesitation.
He dropped to her side, his hands already reaching for her, his entire focus on her as if nothing else existed. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"
Liliana clutched her arm, her brows furrowing as if in pain. She let out a soft wince, her breathing uneven.
But her eyes…
Her eyes were fixed on me.
She didn't say a single word.
She didn't have to.
That look alone was enough.
Dante turned.
His expression had completely changed, anger flashing across his face without restraint. His signet ring had gone perfectly still against his finger.
"Adriana," he said, his voice sharp and cold, "I didn't know you were capable of something this cruel."
The accusation came without hesitation. Without doubt.
"Apologize to Lily. Now."
Around us, the atmosphere shifted instantly.
Don Vittorio's face darkened, his earlier joy completely gone. The torn painting clearly struck a nerve. He tapped one knuckle against the arm of his chair, once, and the sound carried in the silence like a sentence passed. His lips tightened, his expression turning rigid with anger.
"This is outrageous," he muttered under his breath.
Carmela didn't hold back.
She stepped forward, lifting the lace handkerchief to the corner of her mouth before speaking, her gaze filled with open disdain as she looked at me.
"Adriana, what is wrong with you?" she snapped. "Do you hate this Family so much that you'd come here, on the Don's feast day, and make a scene like this?"
Her words were loud enough for every guest and soldier in the courtyard to hear.
Every eye turned to me.
Judging. Condemning. Certain.
Dante had already helped Liliana back up the steps, supporting her carefully as if she were something fragile.
Then he walked toward me.
I barely had time to register what was happening before his hand came down across my face.
The sound echoed off the stone walls of the compound.
Sharp. Sudden.
My head snapped to the side from the force of it.
For a moment, everything went still. The courtyard, the murmuring guests, the soldiers at the gate. All of it stopped, as though the entire estate had drawn a single breath and held it.
The sting spread quickly across my cheek, hot and burning.
His voice followed, colder than the slap itself.
"I should never have spoiled you the way I did," he said. "It's made you completely out of control."
His eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment and anger.
"Apologize."
I raised my hand slowly, pressing it against my cheek as the pain throbbed beneath my skin.
Then I lifted my head.
And that was when I saw it.
The faint curve at the corner of Liliana's lips. Her thumbnail grazed the edge of her lower lip, barely perceptible.
Subtle.
But unmistakable.
A small, fleeting smile.
Triumphant.
Something inside me went quiet.
Completely quiet.
My thumb found the silver rosary bracelet at my wrist, turned the smallest bead once, then let it fall.
I didn't feel the urge to explain. I didn't feel the need to defend myself anymore. What was the point?
No one here would believe me.
No one ever had.
I straightened, meeting Dante's gaze directly.
"I'm sorry," I said calmly. "It was my fault."
My voice didn't waver.
Then I looked around at all of them.
"Well?" I added, almost lightly. "Are you all satisfied now?"
No one spoke.
I didn't wait for an answer.
I turned and walked away.
Behind me, Dante's expression faltered for a brief second. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the words never came.
I didn't look back.
I made my way through the courtyard alone, past the guests in their dark suits and jewels, past the whispers that had already begun to rise again, until I finally reached the front gate where a soldier stepped aside without meeting my eyes.
The moment I stepped toward the exit, a car pulled up abruptly in front of me, cutting off my path.
I stopped.
The tinted back window slowly rolled down.
Luca.
He was sitting inside, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp, fixed directly on me. His glasses rested folded in one hand.
"Get in," he said, his voice low, leaving no room for argument.
For a moment, I didn't move.
Before I could respond, a familiar voice called out from behind me.
"Adriana."
I turned.
Dante stood a few feet away, the compound's iron gate framing him, his face shadowed, his expression darker than I had ever seen it.
His eyes flicked briefly toward the car, then back to me.
"I dare you," he said slowly, each word heavy with warning, "to get in that car."
