The next morning arrived with a quiet heaviness that Dante could neither shake off nor fully understand.It clung to him like a shadow, following him from the moment he opened his eyes. Today was not just another day; it was the day he would stand in court.The prosecution of Bianca had officially begun, and Dante was expected to testify against her.And Giulia had not taken it well.The memory of their argument still lingers. It was sharp and unresolved.Giulia’s anger had not been subtle; it had been raw, explosive, and deeply personal. She had looked at him not just with disappointment but with betrayal.She couldn’t understand why Dante could do such a thing despite all her pleas and immense efforts to convince him that what Bianca needs is support rather than punishment.The disagreement had escalated quickly, spiraling into something neither of them had anticipated.They had exchanged words, accusations followed, and before Dante could even attempt to fix things, Giulia had mad

Giulia let out a long, exasperated sigh that seemed to drain whatever little strength she had left in her.Her fingers slid into her hair, clutching at the strands as though she could physically pull clarity out of the chaos clouding her mind.She began to pace the room again, her heels tapping restlessly against the floor.“Just a few days remaining," she muttered under her breath, her voice barely more than a whisper.A few days. That was all that remained before Bianca would be transferred to prison, before everything would become final, sealed, and impossible to undo. The thought tightened around her chest like a vice, making it difficult to breathe.There is nothing she could do. That is the worst part.Currently, Dante was leading in this legal battle. He was dominating it. Giulia could still recall the last court session vividly, as though it had been branded into her memory.The courtroom had been suffocating that day. Heavy with tension.After the back and forth between the t

Greg walked into a cosmetic surgery clinic, his face almost entirely concealed beneath the black face cap.The shadow it cast stretched across his features, hiding more than just his identity. It masked the tension coiled tightly in his jaw, the unease lurking in his eyes.Since the moment he had landed in this country, he had worn the cap like armor. He had never for once took it off in public.He knew too well that even thousands of miles away from Italy, he wasn’t safe. Italians lived everywhere, especially in a place like Miami, a city bustling with diversity, wealth, and secrets.Miami, which is located in Florida, USA, was a flourishing urban center with a population of over five hundred thousand people. A place where strangers passed each other every second without a second glance, yet Greg still didn't feel safe.Greg adjusted the cap slightly as he stepped through the glass doors of the clinic. The cool blast of air conditioning greeted him instantly, a stark contrast to the

In all honesty, if someone had told Giulia things would turn out this way, she wouldn’t have believed them.The just-concluded court hearing had unfolded in a way she had never imagined. Not even in her worst moments of doubt had she pictured this outcome.Bianca had been convicted. She had been sentenced to four years in prison.Four years.The number echoed endlessly in her mind. It was heavy and suffocating.To Giulia, it didn’t make sense.Bianca hadn’t even committed the crime fully. Although she had been in the process, she backed out. She had stopped.Yet the court hadn’t cared.Giulia had lost everything. Her friendship. Her marriage and even her place in her own family.Sometimes, she would blame herself for letting her emotions get the best of her. For standing so openly by Bianca’s side, even when she knew, deep down, that Dante would never accept it.Even her immediate family had turned against her. The same people who had never truly liked Dante were now condemning her fo

At one of the most prestigious salons in Bari city, Giulia sat poised on a plush couch, her legs crossed elegantly as she waited for her turn.The air smelled faintly of expensive hair products and perfume, blending into an atmosphere of luxury and quiet indulgence.Soft music played in the background, just loud enough to mask the hum of hairdryers and the steady rhythm of scissors snipping through strands of hair.Giulia kept herself occupied with her phone, scrolling through the media.Around her, conversations flowed freely, as they always do in a female salon.“I can’t believe Greg just disappeared from the city despite all his grandeur and dominance,” one of the women remarked, her tone laced with disbelief.“For real,” another chimed in quickly. “I can’t believe he’s not here anymore. I honestly thought he owned this city.”A ripple of laughter passed through the group.“Truly, no one is above the government unless they haven’t come for you yet,” a third woman added, her voice c