When Fate Turns Dark, Love Becomes a Lie

I was supposed to marry Marco DeLuca, the man of my dreams, in just three days.

He was the mafia don of the South—dangerous, ruthless, the kind of man everyone warned you about. And I came from the Moretti family, just as powerful, a dominant force in the North.

But just when I thought I had it all, fate had other plans.

What was supposed to be a simple drug deal negotiation—one Marco had asked me to cover—quickly spiraled into a gunfight. In the chaos, a bullet tore through my chest.

Marco made sure everyone in that room paid for my accident, but no matter what he did, it didn’t change the fact that I was lying here, wondering if my life would ever be the same.

And it only got worse. In the haze between consciousness and dreams, I overheard Marco speaking with his family doctor.

“After removing the bullet from Miss Moretti’s chest, we found fragments near her heart,” Dr. Levois said. “She may need another surgery.”

“There’s no need for another surgery. As long as she can breathe, I’ll take care of her for the rest of her life. But if you treat her now, she’ll wake up and ruin everything I’ve planned.”

Marco’s words hit me hard.

“And I promised Camilla I would bring our daughter, Violetta, into the family,” he continued. “It’s better this way. Gianna won’t be a threat to her then.”

So the wedding I’d longed for, the love I once believed in, was nothing but a cruel illusion. What Marco wanted, what I thought was mine, had twisted into my worst nightmare.

If this was what Marco truly wanted… so be it.

It wasn’t like I cared anymore.

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Gianna pov

I’m dying, yet my husband just signed the waiver, choosing to give up the surgery that could save my life.

“Enough. Stick to my plan—no more surgeries on Gianna’s heart. Do your job and just keep her breath,” Marco's voice rang cold and commanding.

Dr. Levois hesitated, “Mr. DeLuca, the damage to Miss Moretti’s heart will be irreversible. I beg you to reconsider.”

“Are you working for me, or for Gianna?” Marco snapped.

“Forgive me, Mr. DeLuca.” Dr. Levois quickly apologized, “I’m just concerned about Miss Moretti’s family finding out about this later.”

Marco picked up a wet tissue and gently wiped my dry lips.

“Then don’t let her or her family find out. I’ll keep Gianna in my mansion, let her family think she's under my care—nothing will go wrong.”

His finger gently tapped my forehead, “Just rest easy, Gianna. I’ll take care of everything for you.”

I’d heard the whispers, the rumors about his cold, calculating nature, but I always laughed them off. To me, he had only been kind and gentle.

Never did I imagine he would turn those capabilities against me.

“And now, Gianna, you won’t mind if I bring Camilla to our wedding, will you?” he said, his tone almost casual. “I thought she could take