Chapter 3The Wedding He Stole From Me

After leaving the hotel, I went to Southbank House, the place Adrian had prepared for us after the wedding.

It was the Moretti family’s riverside safe house. There was an armory belowground, an escape route through the garage, and a top-floor bedroom overlooking the river.

Adrian had once said it would be our home after the ceremony.

I pressed my thumb to the lock.

【Access denied.】

I tried again.

Still denied.

The door opened from inside.

Nico, Adrian’s underboss, stood behind it.

“Elena.”

I looked past him.

The living room had changed.

My embroidery frame had been moved to the corner and covered with a dust cloth. The wedding sketches on the table were gone, replaced by medicine bottles, therapy notes, and a humidifier.

Above the fireplace, there had once been the wedding crest I designed for both families.

The black eagle and the trailing vines had taken seventeen drafts.

Now a painting of white irises hung there.

Livia’s favorite flower.

Nico closed the door.

“Don Moretti ordered us to adjust the house.”

“Adjust?”

“Miss Livia is staying here tonight. The doctor said she needs quiet and security.”

Two men were carrying my trunks out of the master bedroom.

One case had not been shut properly. A roll of fabric slipped through the gap and dragged across the floor.

It was the fabric I had chosen for my first family dinner after the wedding.

“Who told you to touch my things?”

“The Don.”

Nico softened his voice.

“It’s temporary. Miss Livia has trouble sleeping, and the master bedroom is closest to the security room.”

“So my access was removed.”

“Frozen,” he said, avoiding my eyes. “Temporarily. The Don said you were emotional today. He was afraid you might come back and clash with Livia.”

I laughed once.

So in this house, I had become the person they needed protection from.

Nico picked up a dark green jewelry box from the coffee table.

“The Don asked me to give you this.”

I did not take it.

He opened it.

Inside was an emerald brooch with the Moretti black eagle set at its center.

Expensive. Beautiful. Almost like compensation.

But it was not a piece for a wife.

It was the kind of brooch the Moretti family gave to women attached to loyal subordinates.

I had seen it three times at family dinners.

Nico’s voice dropped.

“The Don said you were wronged today. Once Miss Livia is stable, he will explain everything himself.”

“Where is he now?”

“With Miss Livia. She has an appointment with her therapist.”

“In my wedding dress?”

Nico did not answer.

I walked to the corner and pulled the cloth off the embroidery frame.

The needle was still in the fabric.

The black eagle’s wing was unfinished. The vines were only half complete. After the wedding, I had planned to frame it and hang it in the study.

Now it sat in the corner.

I pulled out the needle and cut the thread.

Nico’s face changed.

“Elena, the Don likes that piece.”

“Then he can finish it himself.”

I set the needle on the table and went into the study.

The safe was still there.

I entered the code and took what belonged to me.

My passport, cash, atelier ownership papers, old design books, and the silver thimble my grandmother left me.

I took nothing Adrian had given me.

Nico stood in the doorway.

“Elena, what are you doing?”

“Taking back my things.”

“The Don won’t want this.”

“Then tell him to stop me.”

Nico fell silent.

He knew Adrian would not come.

I packed the documents into my bag and looked at the safe house one last time.

My name was gone from the access system. The master bedroom no longer belonged to me. Even the wedding crest I drew by hand had been replaced.

At the door, one of the guards asked quietly,

“Should we tell the Don?”

Nico lowered his voice.

“Tell him what? She’s upset.”

“The Don will talk to her, and she’ll come back.”

I opened the door and stepped into the night.

This time, I did not look back.