8 Chapter 8
Just then, my phone buzzed. A notification: package delivered. On the livestream, a courier was approaching the stage, and I leaned closer, a cold smile touching my lips. 1
Meanwhile, Carina had completely lost it on screen. She must have realized the engagement was a sham, that she was just a pawn to get my attention.
She started crying, making a scene. “Dante! You can’t do this to me! I’m your woman! God will not forgive this betrayal!”
Dante’s expression was ice. He gave a sharp, dismissive flick of his wrist, and his men descended on Carina, dragging her kicking and screaming from the stage.
In that moment, Dante knelt on the stage, gazing into the camera as if I were standing right there. His voice was thick with passion..
“Isabella, I know you’re watching! Listen to me, I was sick! None of what I did was my own will!”
“When I was dying in that shootout, the only thing on my mind was surviving, getting back to you, marrying you!”
“I loved you so much that the trauma gave me a psychological condition. I wasn’t myself. But now I’m better! Come back to me, my Isabella.”
His heartfelt confession sent murmurs through the crowd below.
I watched from my screen, feeling nothing but bitter amusement.
“He’s quite a storyteller,” I scoffed.
If I hadn’t lived through it myself, I might have believed him.
Siobhan was scrolling through the livestream comments while Dante performed.
She snorted.
“This bastard. The more he explains, the more pathetic he sounds.”
“If he has any feelings left for me, he’s about to be in agony,” I replied.
Siobhan didn’t believe it.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure I did either.
But a broken heart has to find some way to heal.
Finally, the courier reached the stage, just steps from Dante,
Soon, Dante’s personal bodyguard appeared, holding the black gift box. He leaned in and whispered, “Underboss Dante, this is for you.”
The chatter in the hall quieted.
Dante frowned, annoyed by the interruption.
“It’s from Principessa Isabella, the bodyguard added.
“Her instructions were for you to open it yourself”
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8 Chapter 8
At the mention of my name, Dante’s eyes lit up. He strode over to sign for the package.
He held the package up for the livestream camera, his voice booming with triumph. “A surprise from my fiancée for our wedding! Everyone, send us your blessings!”
The livestream’s viewer count soared as people poured in, cheering as if for a grand finale.
Dante opened the box, his face alight with anticipation.
He pulled out a glass bottle. As he saw what was inside, his smile froze.
Suspended in the preservative fluid was a small, cloudy form. It looked like an undeveloped embryo.
A dead silence fell over the hall. A chill swept through the room.
An elderly matriarch from another family stood up, her eyes wide with horrified recognition.
“That’s… it’s a fetus. An undeveloped child.”
Dante’s hand began to tremble. He pulled a folded paper from the bottom of the box–a blood–stained surgical record.
And in that instant, he understood. They had a child. And now, it was gone.
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