Chapter 6
A pair of delicate arms wrapped around Bruno’s neck, accompanied by that familiar voice. He stiffened, instinctively thinking that I had returned. Turning around, he pulled the woman tightly into his arms.
“Amy, you’re back. Please, don’t ask for a divorce. I was a bastard before. I’ll use the rest of my life to make it up to you, okay?”
Lilah’s eyes brimmed with resentment. She never expected Bruno to mistake her for me. She couldn’t believe that I meant so much to him.
Sensing his trembling, Lilah didn’t dare make a sound and allowed him hold her.
Suddenly, Bruno shoved her away hard, his gaze turning icy. “You’re not Amara! are you doing here in the castle?”
Lilah fought to suppress the resentment bubbling inside her, lowered her head, and said pitifully, “Don Zedano, I was just worried about you. You haven’t touched a drop of alcohol these days. I’m sure Amara will come back.”
Bruno’s gaze grew darker when he heard my name. “Don’t come here anymore,
lest it ca
misunderstandings.‘
Lilah’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Don Zedano, we grew up in Scricia together! How can
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things off like this?”
He didn’t look at her. His eyes were still fixated on our wedding photo. “We each belong to someone else, so this should’ve ended long ago. I only love Amara now, and I won’t hurt her again.”
Bruno!
Lilah immediately lost it when she heard Bruno profess his love for me with her own ears, shrieking, “That’s impossible! You love me, All these years, the only person that’s been in your heart is me, is it not? How could you possibly fall for Amara? You’re just feeling guilty! She doesn’t love you; she wants you dead! You’re just unable to accept that she’s left all of a sudden. You’ll forget her soon enough!”
She wrapped her arms around Bruno tightly once again. This was the first time Bruno had seen Lilah so hysterical, and his brows furrowed in confusion. Was Lilah in love with him? If so, why had she chosen to marry into another family back then?
All these years, he had humbly guarded her while Lilah had long grown used to haughtily basking in his protection.
But all of a sudden, Bruno realized he didn’t quite understand her. His encrypted phone buzzed. One of his spies had sent two surveillance footage videos to him.
Bruno played the videos and saw that they contained the full recordings of what had happened in the private hospital and the castle. When he finished watching them, his expression turned stormy, and his gaze was that of a Scrician assassin.
He turned and stared at Lilah, whose face had drained of color. In a voice as cold as a snowstorm, he asked, “How do you plan on explaining all this?”
He couldn’t believe it. The principessa who had taken a bullet for him had actually done such things. She had not only harmed his wife, but she had also killed his child. He stared coldly at Lilah as if he were looking at a traitor.
Panicking, Lilah started crying, hot drops of tears landing on the back of the hand that was wearing the family’s signet ring. “That’s not what happened. The footage is fake! Amara is framing me! She’s jealous of how much you trust me and is drive us apart!”
deliberately trying to
instant.
“Enough!” Veins bulged in Bruno’s temples. The restraint he had built up over the years in the mafia shattered in “You’re still trying to pin the blame on Amara- -even now? She’d never do something like this! You’ve brought shame She stared at him in shock as a mocking glint flashed through her tear–filled eyes. “You don’t believe me, Bruno? You swore a blood oath to upon the mafia, Lilah!” me, and yet now, because of Amara… You’ve clearly fallen in love with her!
“What a pity, though. She already knows what you’ve done–selling out her father, secretly giving her contraceptives, your feelings for me… She knows everything! Do you really think she’ll still forgive you?”
