The Principessa’s Return

When I took a bullet for Theo Moretti, the bullet grazed my temple, compressing the optic nerve and causing blindness in both my eyes. He kneeled by my hospital bed, pressed the family crest to his chest, and swore:

“Sophie, I will be your eyes for life. If I break this oath, may I die a horrendous death.”

I believed him.

However, the day my sight returned, I saw Theo through the bedroom door, naked on our marital bed with the maid, Isabella.

He gripped her waist and thrust violently, his voice hoarse in a way I had never heard, growling, “Bella… you really are the most seductive woman in all of Sicily…”

“Theo, who else besides me could satisfy you like this in bed? Divorce that blind woman already!”

Isabella nibbled his earlobe. “After all, I’m the one who truly understands you.”

“Wait a little longer,” Theo panted. “I need time… Don Lucas just handed me control of the docks. If I divorce now, I’ll be left with nothing.”

Rare snowflakes rained down outside.

I walked barefoot out of the estate in a thin nightgown and sent an encrypted message to my father.

“Father, send someone to pick me up in three days. I’m coming home.”

Don Lucas, my father, never expected that the boss he had personally promoted would dare betray his daughter.

He replied with a single sentence: “For daring to betray you, Theo’s dead.”

What I did not know was that this message would ignite a storm that would sweep across all of Sicily.

In three days, Theo Moretti, the man I had risked my life for and I had personally helped rise to power, would lose everything he held dear, including me.

Sophie's Point of View

That night, Theo Moretti spent three hours making love to Isabella on our marital bed.

I had just regained my sight and watched as Theo buried his mouth against her chest.

His other hand lifted her leg so he could push in deeper.

The room was filled with the stench of sweat and their panting. It was so disgusting that I almost wanted to vomit.

Just as I was about to turn and leave, Theo suddenly picked Isabella up and walked toward me.

I lowered my gaze, but I could still tell he had stopped right in front of me, gripping Isabella’s butt as the two of them stayed lost in passion.

‘Three days. I just need to endure three more days.’ I repeated to myself, my fingertips digging hard into my palm.

Before regaining my sight, I never imagined Theo would betray me.

After all, the Lucas family had strict rules. Even the lowest soldati wouldn’t dare openly humiliate their partner on the marriage bed.

However, I was wrong. Dead wrong!

When I returned to the manor at two in the morning and felt my way into the bedroom, I heard a woman moaning lewdly on the bed.

Theo said to Isabella in Russian, “Keep your voice down,