I was packing the last of my silk nightgowns into a leather trunk when the bedroom door was kicked open, crashing against the wall with a deafening bang that made my heart leap into my throat.

Elio strode toward me, carrying the scent of the night wind and acrid gunpowder.

He lunged, his hand clamping around my wrist like an iron vise, the force so great I thought my bones would crush.

"Eleonora! I've explained it a thousand times. There is nothing between me and Ava!"

"Her father died for the family. I feel sorry for her. She can't sleep, she lives in constant fear. Why are you trying to destroy her?! Today she was even pushed to the point where I had to sign her critical condition notice!"

My heart clenched violently.

So that was Ava’s trick to make him sign the divorce papers.

A viper, through and through. Even in a situation that should have benefited both of us, she still made sure to bite me on the way out.

But the most important thing was—

Elio believed her performance without a second thought.

And came straight to interrogate me.

He jerked me so hard I stumbled, a sharp pain shooting up my arm. I winced, my face paling. "Elio! Let go! You're hurting me!" I struggled, but my strength was nothing against the tyrant born to control everything.

My cry of pain seemed to infuriate him. He swept an arm out and slammed me against the walnut wardrobe. My back hit the wood hard, and I let out a muffled grunt.

"How did you become so heartless?"

"Have I given you too much freedom? Spoiled you so much you've forgotten the most basic rules of this family? Have you become this cruel?!"

"Do you have any idea Ava almost died last night? Someone planted a bomb under her car!"

"She screams at the sound of a car engine now! She's on the verge of a breakdown!"

I leaned against the wardrobe, gasping for breath, rubbing my aching wrist. As I listened to his accusations, my heart sank.

"I didn't do it," I said, looking up at him, my voice tired but clear.

"Who else in New York would dare touch my people besides you?!" he sneered, closing in, his rough thumb digging into my cheek.

"Eleonora, I missed our anniversary. I didn't have dinner with you. And for that, you resort to this? How did you become so vicious?!"

"I said, I didn't do it!" I took a deep breath, my eyes stinging as I fought back the tears.

"Enough!" Elio shouted, his patience gone. "Since you can't stand to see her happy, since you're so jealous, then you can experience the life she's been living!"

My heart clenched. "What do you mean?"

"The abandoned church in the north suburbs, where the family deals with its traitors. You'll stay there," he sentenced me. "It's the same place Ava hid when she was at her lowest. You can repent before the cross. When you've learned some mercy, you can come home."

"Are you insane? I'm not going." I couldn't believe his cruelty.

"It's not up to you." Elio gave a cruel smile. "Eleonora, on my turf, you don't have the right to say no."

He strode forward and threw me over his shoulder.

He carried me from the master bedroom and threw me into the back of an armored SUV. The doors locked, sealing my struggles within the bulletproof glass.

The car stopped before a gloomy, desolate church. He dragged me out and shoved me into a cold, damp stone prayer room with no heating.

A sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen. I looked around at the drafty stone walls, cold sweat soaking my back. "Elio, it's too cold in here. My stomach... I think I might be..."

"What? The precious Donna can't take it already?" He cut me off, reaching out to smooth my messy hair, but his touch made my skin crawl.

"Ava had it a hundred times worse. This is for your own good. Reflect on what you've done. Starting tomorrow, you will kneel and pray under the watch of the guards."

He turned and left without a second glance. The roar of the engine tore through the night, leaving me to be dragged into that cold, shadow-filled building.

The days that followed were a living hell.

The abandoned church was in disrepair. The New York winter wind cut through the cracks in the stained-glass windows like razors against my skin.

I was forced to kneel for hours every day on the cold stone floor. The only food was stale bread. The water tasted of rust.

At night, I curled up on a straw mat under the altar, the stone floor leaching the warmth from my body.

On the third night, a high fever took hold. A dull ache pulsed deep in my lower abdomen, forcing me to curl into a ball.

"Baby..." I caressed my stomach, tears falling onto the dusty stone tiles. "Just hold on a little longer."

My vision blurred from the fever. Waves of cramping pain tore at my sanity. Cold sweat soaked my silk nightgown, clinging to my burning skin.

"Please..." I crawled toward the heavy oak door, my nails scraping desperately against the wood. "Let me see a doctor..."

The old capo assigned to guard me answered from outside the door, his voice flat. "Donna, the Don gave orders. He said you would use any excuse to try and escape. I can't defy a direct order."

"I'm not lying!" My voice was so hoarse I could taste blood. "I'm sick... Please..."

The heavy iron lock turned, and the door opened. The old capo stood silhouetted against the light, flanked by two expressionless soldati.

"Take the Donna back," he said flatly.

Two soldati grabbed me and roughly dragged me back toward the altar. I struggled, but they held me fast.

"You can't do this!" I cried out. "I'm carrying the Carbone heir! The baby!"

The old capo didn't even blink. "Donna, do not speak such nonsense. The Don instructed us that you are skilled at using lies to gain sympathy."

I was thrown back onto the cold straw mat. My shoulder slammed against the stone, and my vision went black.

"Watch her," the old capo ordered coldly. "Tomorrow, she kneels again."

The door closed, the sound of the heavy lock clicking into place sharp and final.

I hugged my arms, my body temperature dropping in the darkness.

"Baby..." I weakly caressed my stomach, my tears soaking the straw mat. "I'm sorry... Mama can't protect you..."

My consciousness began to slip. The last thing I saw was the broken face of the Holy Mother on the domed ceiling.

I don't know how much time passed. When I thought I would die there, the door finally opened.

Elio walked in, a silhouette against the light. He looked at me, emaciated and curled in the corner, and his brow furrowed. A flicker of compassion crossed his face before it was masked by indifference.

He looked at me, his hand starting to reach out before it stopped abruptly midair.

"Eleonora, had enough already?"

He knelt on one knee, his long fingers, usually so aggressive, now surprisingly gentle as he cupped my cold face.

His rough thumb brushed against my colorless lips, his eyes filled with chilling self-righteousness. "I locked you up to teach you a lesson. A little hardship will remind you of the rules of this family."

He lowered his head, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

His familiar, warm breath fanned my skin. "If you can't stand it anymore, it's simple. Apologize to Ava in front of all the capos. Admit you were wrong. Bow your head, and we go home."

"Stop throwing a tantrum." He kissed my earlobe. "It's not easy for me to see you suffer."

In just three days, I could feel myself withering. The silk nightgown that once fit perfectly now hung loosely from my bony shoulders.

My skin was a sickly sallow from malnutrition, the dark circles under my eyes too deep to hide. The exhaustion and mental pressure were two mountains crushing me.

But I tightened my hand over my stomach, feeling the faint but firm presence there. I had to hold on.

The fever and the dull ache in my abdomen were cold vines, tightening their grip. I knew if I stayed here, I would lose this child.

I looked up at the man who had once carved my name over his heart, and slowly lowered my lashes.

"Fine." I forced myself to sit up. "I'll apologize."

The dangerous line between Elio's brows smoothed, as if he had just tamed his most difficult prey.

He reached out to help me up, but I flinched away from his touch. He didn't seem to mind, his tone taking on a rare gentleness. "See? Wouldn't it have been better to do this from the start? Let's go. We're going home."

The word "home" was a bitter irony.

When the main hall doors opened, the family's core capos were gathered, making the scene feel a world away.

In contrast, Ava sat on an Italian leather sofa, looking pampered and rosy-cheeked. Dressed in a soft, custom-tailored suit, she glowed like a woman cherished and protected.

I was skeletal and pale, still carrying the scent of the abandoned church: cold dampness and lime dust. Standing together, we were from two different worlds.

The family's core members were seated in the living room, their gazes shifting between Ava and me with scrutiny and curiosity.

When Ava saw me, she froze, then her eyes reddened and her lips trembled, as if she were the one who had suffered a great injustice.

Elio immediately went to her, pulling her into his arms. "Don't be afraid, Ava," he soothed. "She's here to admit her mistake."

My heart was a frozen lake. I walked forward and stopped a few feet from them, my voice quiet and soulless. "Ava, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been jealous of you. I shouldn't have been hostile toward you."

Ava clutched Elio's shirt, burying her face in his neck and sobbing quietly.

He patted her back, his gaze turning to me, full of command. "What else? You broke the family rules. The bomb you planted almost cost her her life. Apologize."

My pale fingers tightened under my sleeves as I swallowed my humiliation and pain.

I mechanically parted my chapped lips and admitted to crimes I never committed. "I'm sorry. For disrupting the family's peace, for planning the attack, it was all my fault... Please forgive me."

Elio waved a hand in satisfaction, a casual pardon for an insignificant subordinate. "Go upstairs. Get cleaned up. Pull yourself together. I don't like seeing you like this."

With that, he turned his attention back to Ava, leaning close to her ear and murmuring something I couldn't hear.

I stood there, watching him cherish her like she was a precious treasure, a faint, cold smile on my lips.

I did not turn toward the grand staircase.

While all eyes were on the absurd spectacle, I quietly turned to a nearby maid and instructed softly. "I'm going to the indoor pool to swim and clear my head. Do not let anyone disturb me."

Once inside the cavernous pool room, I didn't change into a swimsuit.

I walked to the edge of the illuminated water. Looking down through the rippling, chlorine-scented surface, I suddenly saw the reflections of our past: Elio carving my favorite flower into his skin, Elio swearing his blood oath, Elio holding me under the moonlight.

I slowly raised my hand and brushed it across the water's surface.

With a single sweep, the beautiful illusions shattered into countless empty, white bubbles.

I took a deep breath, dove into the cold water, and entered the subterranean tunnel.

The moment the water swallowed me, it sealed me off from that gilded cage, severing the marriage vows buried in blood and lies.

Step by step, I swam away into the dark, leaving Elio, and all the wreckage of our past, forever behind me.