Nancy took a deep breath and turned around. "What do you want from me?"

Evan frowned as he felt a strange frustration. Nancy was the only child of the Sartori family and had always been a proud woman. She treated everyone coldly except for Evan, the only person to whom she would reveal her soft, feminine side. However, Nancy was acting like a stranger to him now, and it was making him anxious.

"My hand hurts, Evan." Rebecca's sobbing voice made Evan snap out of it. His face fell as he walked darkly toward Nancy and grabbed her arm.

"Let go!" Nancy frowned as she turned pale from the pain. However, she was not Evan's match and could only let him drag her next to the table and force her to kneel, no matter how much she struggled.

"Hit her back, Rebecca." His order shocked Rebecca and Nancy.

Nancy said in astonishment, "What are you talking about, Evan? If you dare touch a hair on me, my dad and Frank won't let you get away with it!"

"I don't think I should do this, Evan… Ms. Sartori is a Principessa, after all. If the Dons come after me…"

Evan looked coldly at me and spoke with indifference, "What are you afraid of with me around?"

His words must have given Rebecca confidence as she raised her hand in anticipation, but she put her hand down next. "I'm afraid of hurting my hand, Evan. Can I… Use this instead?"

Rebecca looked around and picked up an exquisite pair of Adam and Eve dolls. Evan and Nancy had made those dolls as ornaments for the house and even dripped their blood into them during the creation process. Evan had said that it signified them being together forever, but now, Rebecca was raising the ornament high in the air as she aimed it down at Nancy's wrist. "Don't you dare, Evan Jenco! Let me go!"

Nancy struggled to escape from his grip, but Evan did not even hesitate to keep her down, and even nodded without a second thought. "Go ahead."

Rebecca got closer and closer to Nancy. The next second saw her smash the ornament down hard on Nancy's wrist, which turned red and became swollen right away. As for the Adam and Eve ornament, they fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. It was just like their relationship. There was no going back.

Nancy screamed from the pain. Her face turned pale, and she broke out in cold sweat. It was only then that Evan finally released her. Nancy held her wrist and looked up at him with tears in her eyes. She clenched her teeth and said slowly to him, "You know me, Evan. I'll make sure you pay for this a hundred times over."

Evan sneered. "Stop with your pretense, Nancy. Everyone knows how deeply in love you are with me. You can't bear to shoot me even if I gave you a gun right now."

"How do you know I wouldn't do it? The Nancy Sartori who loved you is dead," Nancy replied stoically.

Evan was taken aback, but quickly grabbed Rebecca into his arms as he continued being distant and indifferent. "I'll be waiting for that day then, Principessa. Don't disappoint me." He paused before looking threateningly at Nancy. "I'm warning you, today was just a minor lesson. Touch Rebecca again, and I won't hesitate to feed you to the sharks."

Rebecca smiled sweetly at his words. Before she left, she made it a point to take Nancy's ruby ring away with her. "Thank you for the gift, Ms. Sartori."

Nancy watched as they left. She said weakly, but with determination, "You'll regret this, Evan Jenco…" Evan paused in his footsteps, but did not look back. They made sure to lock the doors from the outside before they strode away.

It took a long time for Nancy to snap out of her pain while she was lying on the ground. She was the Sartori family's Principessa who had been pampered all her life. Evan was the only person who had hurt her again and again.

Nancy stared at the tightly shut door, and after that, looked at her surroundings. She did not hesitate to make her way to the window and leap right out. She heard the bones in her legs break the moment she landed. The intense pain right then felt just like the time Evan had broken her legs.

That year, Evan vowed with his life that he would never hurt her again, but today, he had indulged another woman to break her right hand. What a joke it was.

She stood up in a limp and called a number stoically. Ten minutes later, dozens of bodyguards appeared in front of her. They were well-trained, and they started setting up wires around the villa silently, but efficiently. When they were done, the head bodyguard passed a remote to Nancy.

Nancy looked at the house, which she had taken the effort to decorate, as it would have been her home with Evan after they got married, and pressed down on the button without hesitation. Flames flared high in the air in that instant.

The huge villa burned brightly in the great flames, and eventually all that was left were ashes. The fire threw a light on the side of Nancy's pale, but beautiful face. It took a long time before she said softly, "This is really the end between us, Evan Jenco."

Nancy was taken to the hospital under the protection of the Sartori family's bodyguards. The injury to her legs was not as serious as the one on her wrist. Even the doctors were shaking their heads when they saw how much of a mess she was in. While taking care of her wounds, a piece of news was being reported on the hospital's television.

"According to our sources, Evan Jenco, the heir to the Jenco family, will be having his wedding to his associate, Ms. Rebecca Winston, in three days. Their wedding will be held at St. John's Church, and the wedding expenses have been said to cost 30 million. The venue has been decorated with air-flown fresh flowers from Formosa and billions of diamonds."

Nancy did not even flinch at the mention of Evan's name. The nurses next to her, however, were filled with envy. "I'm so envious of Ms. Winston. Evan Jenco left the heiress to the Sartori family for her. Isn't this wedding a show of love?"

"Poor Ms. Sartori. Didn't they grow up together? She's the Principessa of the Sartori family, but she kept getting dumped by him. It'll probably hurt her to see this news."

Hurt? Nancy looked at her right hand in a cast and sneered. Why should she get hurt over an insincere good-for-nothing? She watched Evan smiling on television, and her red lips opened gently to say, "Now that you're getting married, Evan, I should come bearing a wedding gift as your ex-fiancée, shouldn't I?"

Three days later, at St. John's Church during the early hours, the church was filled with noble guests. Evan was in a white suit and smiling adoringly at Rebecca while holding her hand. A priest with a head full of white hair had a bible in his hand when he asked solemnly, "Mr. Jenco, do you take Ms. Winston to be your wife, in sickness and health, for rich or for poor, and would love her, take care of her, respect her, and accept her no matter what happens, and always be loyal to her until the day you die?"

For some reason, Evan saw Nancy's face when he heard the question. He opened his mouth, but could not say the words 'I do', no matter how hard he tried. Rebecca frowned at this. She was about to say something when the church doors were forced open.

About thirty Sartori bodyguards in black suits marched into the church. The last to enter was Nancy, who was in a red dress. Her right hand was still in a cast, but it did not hamper her charm and beauty in any way. The noisy guests instantly turned silent.

It was only then that everyone realized the woman who was always following behind Evan was a ravishing beauty. The authoritative air about her was just as powerful as that of her father, Alan.

Someone muttered, "It's no wonder that she's the future Donna of the Sartori family. Just look at how naturally charismatic she is!"

Evan frowned when he heard the comment, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here, Nancy Sartori?"

Nancy said nothing. All she did was look around her. The venue was filled with peonies, which were flowers she always wanted for her dream wedding. Even the wedding gown Rebecca had on was designed with every stroke of the pencil by Nancy. The wedding she had always wanted now belonged to another.

She plucked a peony and walked toward Evan with her high heels clacking loudly on the floor. "I heard you were getting married today, and I came bearing a gift for you."

Evan raised an eyebrow at this, but his gaze fell on Nancy's right hand. It was heavily bandaged, and a flash of tenderness appeared in his eyes. He knew that he had crossed the line three days ago. Once three months had passed, he would make sure to give her a worthy apology.

This wedding was just a gimmick to cheer Rebecca up. It was nothing in his eyes. At this thought, Evan smiled, and a playful look appeared in his eye. "Ms. Sartori, is this your gift for me? Bringing in so many of your men to ruin my wedding? I didn't realize you love me so much.

He paused to look at Nancy and spoke in a tone that sounded like he was being charitable to her, "How about you and Rebecca be my Donna together after I've taken over as Don of the Jenco family…"

Before he could finish, Nancy suddenly pulled out a gun and aimed it at Evan's head. Everyone held their breath at that moment.

Evan's eyes widened, "What are you doing, Nancy?!"

Nancy did not answer him. All she did was look longingly at the gun in her hand. "Do you remember this gun, Evan? It's the first handgun you've ever given me. You've even carved the words on it, 'Dear God, please protect the love of my life, Nancy Sartori'.

You told me that you hoped this gun would bring me luck and bear witness to every time I escaped near death, but Evan, the greatest and most laughable defeat I've ever faced in my life, was perpetrated by you."

Her words touched something inside of Evan, and he called out to Nancy without realizing it, "Nancy…"

However, she ignored it and stared right into Evan's eyes to say with a smile, "For the last six years, you've been pretending to have amnesia, which must have been really hard on you, Mr. Jenco. Unfortunately, the one thing I hate most in this world is a liar!"

Nancy pulled the trigger with her left hand. A shot rang out in the air, and blood splattered. The entire world became silent.