I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 57
Before dawn broke over the Amalfi coast, Dominic, Marco, and Max boarded a private jet bound for Switzerland. They left a secure perimeter around the villa, guarded by loyal operatives who would protect Elena and the younger boys with their lives. As the aircraft sliced through the stormy skies above the Alps, Dominic strapped a tactical holster across his chest—the familiar weight of steel returning to his shoulders like a second skin.
