1 Chapter 1 On the eve of our marriage , my fiancé , Dante - Underboss of the Moretti family - was diagnosed with severe PTSD after a shootout and supposedly lost all memory of me . Around the same time , I discovered I was pregnant . " Maybe a child ," the doctor suggested , " will awaken the part of him that still loves you . " I clung to that hope until I heard them at the boxing gym . " Faking PTSD to ditch the Principessa ? Damn , Dante , that's cold ," one of his men laughed . " Shut up , " he snapped , but there was no heat in it . He was enjoying this . " I'll marry her . Eventually ," he said . " First , I'm gonna have some fun ." Another voice jeered . " Screwing her cousin and whores , you mean ? That's bold , even for you . " Dante just chuckled . " You don't get it . Those women ... I can't stay away from that kind of thrill . Dante just chuckled . " You don't ge It's fucking addictive . " Without another word , I turned on my heel and left . That night , at a private clinic , I scheduled an abortion . 1 My fiancé , Dante - the man who once swore he loved me - was at his club , lost in the debauchery of his VIP room . There , he reveled with women barely out of their teens , their flirtatious laughter echoing in the air . " Harder , come on ! My powerful boss ... " " Ah ! Any rougher and I don't think I can take it ! " Over the phone , I heard the familiar voice of my cousin , Carina - panting , laughing . In his haze , Dante hadn't even realized he'd pocket - dialed th wrong number . I couldn't fucking believe it . My fiancé . My own cousin . Lost in their sordid little world . A wave of revulsion burned through me . 1 hung up and drove straight to the clinic . That night , I returned to the Falcone estate . it was the home I once belonged to , a place I hadn't set foot in since my " relationship " with Dante began . As the Principessa of the Falcone family , I'd been willing to sacrifice everything for Dante - my identity , my pride , all of it . But now , I finally saw how blind I had been . < 1 Chapter 1 When the Falcone family's doctor learned of my decision , his eyes clouded with confusion . Isabella , this child represents the union of the Falcone and Moretti families . You know what's at take . Are you certain about this ? If Dante finds out , the shock could trigger a relapse . " gave a bitter smile , my gaze falling to my flat stomach . He'd probably feign a heart attack if he knew . " fter all , he was still hopelessly entangled in the arms of the young , beautiful women at his club . How was this possible ? The same man who had wept while proposing to me was now faking an Ilness just to cheat . Unable to persuade me , the doctor reluctantly prepared the surgical documents . Still , he insisted on calling Dante . Isabella , this child isn't just yours . Even if Dante is sick , he should be here to sign the papers . He needs to be with you . What if this is all just a misunderstanding ? " didn't stop him . Deep down , I knew this child had been the strongest bond between us - a bond I had cherished , Knowing how difficult it was for me to conceive due to my endometriosis . When I was diagnosed with fertility issues , Dante had been unwavering . He claimed he loved me enough to defy his own parents , fighting them just to marry me . Now , as I chose to part with our child , the least he could do was be here to say goodbye . But when the call connected , his cold laughter echoed through the phone . " Isabella's pregnant ? Impossible . How much did my dear Principessa pay you to spin this little fairy tale ? If she thinks a baby will force my hand , tell her to forget it . Who the fuck even knows if the kid is mine ? " The dial tone buzzed in my ear , his scornful laughter hanging in the silence of the operating room . I signed the papers myself , closing my eyes as the ink dried . Waking up after the procedure , my phone was flooded with a dozen messages from Dante . Dante : Isabella , I didn't realize you cared so little for me . I'm sick , and you're still pushing for this marriage ? You , the Principessa of the Falcone family , resorting to faking a pregnancy to trick me ? From now on , we're done . Move out . I don't want to see you again . A bitter thought surfaced - he had the nerve to kick me out of a penthouse my dowry had paid for The Morettis had power , but they never had that kind of cash . Iglanced at the bloody gauze , the only trace of the child that would never be , and replied calmly , " Okay " He didn't deserve to be a father . In the three days i spent recovering in the hospital , he never once showed his face , 1 Chapter 1 But his social media became a highlight reel of parties , booze , and fawning women - a clear message that he was making up for lost time . I knew he was posting it all for me , so I gave him what he wanted and liked every single post . On the day of my discharge , as I was finishing the paperwork , I saw an unexpected sight : Dante and the Falcone family doctor in the hallway , rushing a gurney toward the emergency room . What was the Underboss of the Moretti family doing in a hospital on Falcone turf ? It made no sense . Dante's eyes flickered over me for a fraction of a second before he quickly looked away, pretending he didn't know me . The ER doctor's anxious shouts , however , reached me loud and clear . " Prep OR One ! We need a rare Rh - negative blood type ! Patient has a ruptured corpus luteum from a car accident , severe internal bleeding - needs a transfusion , now ! " " What ? The blood bank is out ? " After the call , the doctor rushed over to Dante and whispered something in his ear . " I struggled against his grip , but his hand tightened like a vise , forcing me forward . I asked coldly , " You wanted to cut all ties . How would you even know my blood type ? " I stared at him , waiting for an answer .