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The Bracelet

Elise's POV I stood in the middle of our bedroom holding that small velvet box like it might burn straight through my palm. My fingers had brushed against it by accident while I was checking the inside pocket of Adrian's jacket for the dry cleaning ticket. Now the weight of it sat there, heavier than it had any right to be, and my eyes started to water even though I refused to let the tears fall. Not here. Not for this. I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted the sharp metallic sting and lifted the phone back to my ear. "No, cease all operations. It seems I will be back sooner than we had planned." My voice came out steadier than the chaos twisting inside my chest. The second I hung up I let out a shaky breath that rattled through me and stared down at the box again. Seven years. Seven fucking years and this was what I got. I flipped the lid open. The diamond bracelet caught the light pouring through the tall windows, delicate links shimmering like they belonged on someone who was

The Burial

Elise's POV I stood there watching Jade's smile drop the second she saw me. She fumbled with her phone, ended the live stream fast, and shot up from Adrian's chair so quick it rolled backward and slammed into the wall. "Mrs. Reeds," she said, her voice going all small and sweet. "I didn't know you were coming. He's in a meeting right now. I was just..." "Stop." I walked forward and dropped the red lingerie right on the desk between us. "I am not here for your excuses." Her eyes flicked down to the lace, then back up to my face. For a second she kept up the nervous act, lip trembling like she might cry. Then it all melted away. Her shoulders straightened and that cold little smirk crept across her mouth. "Oops," she said, picking up the lingerie like she owned it. "Guess the cat's out of the bag." I stared straight at her. "You feel no shame at all, do you?" She shrugged and twisted the diamond bracelet on her wrist so it caught the light. "Why should I? You're the wife he cheats

What Was Lost

Elise's POV The beeping pulled me back first. Steady and annoying, cutting through the thick fog in my head. I opened my eyes to white ceiling tiles and bright fluorescent lights that made everything feel too clean. My body felt heavy and distant, like it belonged to someone else. A young doctor stepped into view, her face careful and serious. "Mrs. Reeds. Good to see you awake." "What happened?" My voice came out rough, like I had swallowed sand. "You were shot at the cemetery. We removed the bullet but there were complications." She paused and clasped her hands together. "During surgery we discovered you were pregnant. The trauma and blood loss... we couldn't save it. I'm so sorry." I stared at the ceiling. Pregnant. One drunk night a month ago when Adrian came home and reached for me in the dark. I had been too lonely to push him away. Now that small secret was gone too. My hand moved on its own and pressed flat against my lower stomach. Nothing there but bandages and emptiness

Home

Elise's POV The private jet touched down on the small airstrip just as the sun started to set. Two black SUVs waited on the tarmac. I climbed into the back of one, my side still throbbing under the fresh bandages. The driver did not speak much. He just nodded once and drove straight toward the estate I had not seen in seven years. We turned onto the long private road lined with iron lanterns. I counted them quietly like I did when I was a kid. Thirty eight. Thirty nine. My chest loosened a little with each one. By the time we reached the big iron gates I felt something shift inside me. This was home. Not that cold house with Adrian. This. The Vitale estate rose up at the end of the drive, lights already glowing in the windows. Don Victor stood on the front steps waiting. He looked older than I remembered. His hair had gone full silver and new lines marked his face, but he still filled the space around him like no one else could. He did not move until the car stopped. I stepped out

What Adrian Lost

Adrian's POV I read the divorce papers four times straight. Each time I finished I flipped them face down on my desk and poured another glass of whiskey. This had to be some kind of joke. Elise did not do things like this. She was quiet. She handled the house, smiled at my colleagues, and never once surprised me in seven years. Except now she had. The papers looked official as hell. Clean signatures. Her new lawyers had already moved fast. I slammed the glass down and picked up my phone for the tenth time. Straight to voicemail again. I typed out another message and deleted it. What the fuck was I supposed to say? Sorry I slapped you? Sorry about Jade? None of it felt real. My office door opened without a knock. Jade walked in carrying two coffees like she belonged there. She set one in front of me and perched on the edge of my desk. "Did you sign them yet?" she asked. Her voice had lost that soft office tone. It sounded sharper now. "Not yet." I rubbed my face. "This is insane.

La Signora

Elise's POV The next morning I woke up before the sun. My side burned like hell every time I moved but I forced myself out of bed anyway. I stood in front of the mirror in my old room and stared at the woman looking back at me. Pale. Bandaged. Eyes harder than they used to be. Good. That softness had cost me seven years. I dressed in a simple black blouse and pants, nothing flashy, and made my way downstairs. The estate felt alive in a way Adrian's house never did. Staff moved quietly with purpose. Guards nodded respectfully as I passed. By the time I reached the main conference room at exactly eight o'clock, my father and Marco were already waiting. Don Victor sat at the head of the long table. Marco stood to his right, folders spread out in front of him. They both looked up when I walked in. "You are early," my father said. A hint of approval touched his voice. "I am not here to waste time." I pulled out a chair and sat down carefully, ignoring the pull in my stitches. "Show me

The First Cuts

Adrian's POV I sat at my desk staring at the fresh stack of emails that had come in overnight. Another three investors gone. Just like that. No meetings. No explanations. Only polite, cold termination letters that all sounded like they had been written by the same damn lawyer. My CFO had already called twice this morning, his voice shaking more each time. "Adrian, we lost the Henderson account. They were supposed to wire the next tranche today. It is not coming." I rubbed my eyes hard. The whiskey from last night still pounded in my head. "Reach out again. Offer them better terms. Ten percent discount. Whatever it takes." "He hung up on me, Adrian. Literally hung up." The line went dead and I slammed the phone down. This was not happening. Not to me. I had built this company from nothing. People used to beg for meetings with me. Now they would not even pick up the phone. The door opened and Jade walked in. She looked good, as always, in a tight red dress that usually made me forg

First Training

Elise's POV The gym in the east wing smelled of sweat, polished wood, and old leather. I stood in the center of the mat in black leggings and a tight tank top, my side still wrapped tight under the fabric. The stitches pulled every time I breathed too deep, but I ignored it. Pain was just another thing I had to get used to again. The door opened and Nico Ferrante walked in. He was taller than I remembered, broad shoulders filling out his plain black shirt, sleeves rolled up to show scarred forearms. His dark hair was cut short, and his face stayed completely blank as he looked me over from head to toe. "La Signora," he said, voice low and rough. "Your father said you wanted to start today." "I do." I rolled my shoulders. "No special treatment. Train me like you would any soldier." A faint smirk touched the corner of his mouth. "Most soldiers do not show up with fresh bullet wounds and torn stitches." "Most soldiers did not waste seven years playing housewife. I need to be ready.

Public Whispers

Elise's POV I sat at the long dining table sipping black coffee when Marco dropped the morning newspapers in front of me. The headlines screamed loud enough to wake the dead. "Billionaire's Ex-Wife Revealed as Daughter of Notorious Crime Boss Don Victor Vitale" "Who Was Elise Reeds? The Quiet Wife Behind the Vitale Empire" "Mafia Princess Shot at Funeral – Family Ties Exposed" I picked up the top paper and scanned the article. Photos of me from years ago sat next to new shots of the Vitale estate. Someone had even dug up an old picture of me and Adrian at a charity gala. I looked so small next to him. So fucking tame. "They're losing their minds," Marco said, leaning against the doorway. "Social media is worse. #MafiaQueen is trending." I let out a short laugh and tossed the paper aside. "Let them talk. Better they fear me than pity me." My father walked in, already dressed in his usual dark suit. He glanced at the papers and gave a small nod. "This is good. The quicker the wor

Desperate Calls

Adrian's POV I paced my office like a caged animal, phone gripped so tight in my hand I thought it might crack. The stock had dropped another eight percent today. Another supplier had backed out. My assistant had stopped bothering to bring me the bad news in person and just forwarded everything to email now. I dialed Elise’s old number again. Straight to voicemail. The robotic voice mocked me for the fifteenth time. I hung up and tried the new number one of my remaining contacts had managed to dig up. It rang twice. This time she answered. “Adrian.” Her voice was ice cold. Flat. Nothing like the woman who used to ask me how my day went. “Elise, thank God. Listen, we need to talk. Face to face. This has gone too far.” There was a long silence on her end. I could hear faint background noise, like she was somewhere open and quiet. “You signed the papers,” she said finally. “There is nothing left to talk about.” “Nothing left?” I laughed, but it came out broken. “You are tearing my

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