He Let Me Drink His Poison, So I Sold His Empire to His Rival

For three years Francesca Bellandi took every poisoned cup meant for Lorenzo Corsetti, the man she loved, believing his body could not bear liquor. At the grand feast where the Corsetti Family is finally made, she overhears him laughing with his courier, Adriana Vitale: his allergy was never real, and the night she thought was theirs began as a lie to cover Adriana's mango cake.

While the table laughs at her humiliation and the women whisper that she is being put out to pasture, Francesca presses a hand to her old scar and quietly liquidates her entire stake in the Family. She will take no more drinks for him.

But a Don who rewrites her past for sport will not let her walk away so easily.