So, in his eyes, my life wasn’t even a “mistake.”
Just “unworthy.”
My memories surged uncontrollably.
I first met him at the Falcone Manor.
Cristiano Falcone, the elder brother, was undergoing succession training.
That was the family's core territory.
Gunfire, rules, loyalty—they were all part of the air.
And he sat in the courtyard.
A black suit, cuffs impeccably tailored.
A thick legal document lay open on his lap.
He was just a trainee consultant then.
Yet he was already involved in arbitration between families.
I saw him in an instant.
From that day on, I chased after him.
By then, Serafina had already been deported.
I heard she was adopted by some overseas mafia boss.
Used her, she secured a way out for the Morano family.
Dante was completely distraught.
Cold, distant, absent-minded.
I thought I could fill that void.
I was wrong.
I was just a substitute.
The kind he hated most.
Then that night.
He summoned me to the family hotel.
The moment the door closed, he pinned me against the wall.
At that moment, I thought he had finally accepted me.
But the next day.
The way he looked at me was like he was witnessing a conspiracy.
"You framed me."
"You wanted to force me into marriage this way."