When we became adults I fell in love with Giacomo and he said he loved me back. He married me shortly after, and like a fool I happily did whatever I could to keep making them happy.
Even when Nadina came into the picture a year after my marriage, I hadn't been bothered. Nadina had been my best friend in college. My childhood friend. She was my bridesmaid. She'd never harm me. But I was so wrong.
The three of them hurt me in a way that I couldn't even think about it fully without losing my breath.
What did I ever do to deserve this? Why didn't he just tell me he never loved me? Why go through all this hell just to ruin me?
"Miss, should I call someone for you? Hospital? Police? A friend?" The consigliere's voice broke through my thoughts.
I stared at him and smiled bitterly. "Thank you so much. I'll leave now."
I staggered out of the office watching as they all stared at me, pity evident in their eyes. The receptionist looked away. The armed man stationed by the door didn't.
I hailed a cab to head back to the compound. I had nowhere else to go and I needed to pack my things.
I had one goal now: get my passport. Cancel this identity. Erase "Liliana Russo" for good.