A Deadly Betrayal — Episode 10

a short text would arrive from this number. I always assumed it was spam or some creep. Heavy rain in Manhattan tonight. Stay dry. The message was blunt, cold, yet strangely all-knowing.

Just as I was about to delete it, the comments in front of my eyes went insane. Don't delete it! Girl, no! That's him! The male leader! OMG, Marcello Falcone has been cyber-stalking his crush for five years? That's kind of sweet in a psycho way.

That's the real main character, the one who goes to war with the entire world for you. Save the number! Label it hubby! Now! My finger froze over the screen. Marcello Falcone?

The cold-blooded Don of the Falcone family. The man the other families feared like the plague? He was the one sending me weather reports for three years? The elevator doors opened into a world of minimalist black, white, and gray.

The air smelled faintly of cedar and tobacco, Marcello Falcone's scent. It was aggressive, predatory, but for some reason it made me relax. I took off the diamond ring on my finger. Raphael had given it to me when he proposed.

I'd cried my eyes out, even though the ring wasn't particularly impressive. But now, I pulled it off without a second thought and tossed it, along with its promise of eternal love, into the trash. It made a small, satisfying clink.

Sophia must have been really worried about me because she didn't just drag me to a bar. Okay, okay, you're the queen, but we are getting drunk. No leaving sober. Lurking in a corner, schnapped a photo with his phone and sent it to Raphael. A second later, his phone rang.