Bad Luck Looks Good on You — Episode 8

Footsteps sounded outside. Dahlia walked in, with Fiorella on his arm. They were both immaculate. A brutal contrast to me crumpled

on the floor. Two soldiers instantly straightened. Boss. Get out.

Dario gripped my chin and forced my face in. Vittoria, ready to admit you were wrong? Apologize, and maybe there'll be another wedding. Otherwise, I'll replace the bride. I looked him straight in the eyes and gave a quiet

Then choose someone else. Dario froze. He let go of my chin with a cold laugh. Fine. Then Fiorella will be my bride. After what you did to her, she still begged me to go easy on you. His phone rang. Whatever the person on the other end said made his expression tighten, Fiorella said

You should go. I'll put some medicine on Viteria's wounds. The moment Dario left, her real face emerged. So? How does it feel to have everything stolen from you? She ordered two maids to hold my arms.

Do you know what it was like when I first came here? Everyone treated you like a princess, and you had the nerve to pity me like some Why did you deserve any of it? Good thing heaven gave me luck! Now everyone loves me!

I remembered the year I met her. It was my birthday, and my parents had thrown me an enormous I found Fiorella outside the gates, blind and alone.