You’ve Got Fire

My fiance, Simon Rossi, is a mafia Don with a reputation for brutality. He suddenly takes in an orphan girl and spoils her rotten.

He names her Giara, saying she's pure, like a beam of light. But that is the name he has promised for our future daughter.

He thinks he's hidden it well. But the night before our engagement party, I notice his cufflinks. The ruby ones I gave him are replaced with cheap plastic cartoon cats.

I don't believe he's really cheating, so I abduct Giara to get answers without hurting her.

Then Simon bursts in with his men. 50 people die, and three armories go up in flames.

"Ivina Coleo, consider this a lesson. But don't worry. I'll send her away. Remember, this is the first time you touch her, and the last."

But at the engagement party, Giara sits with Simon's parents, smiling right at me.

The sight sparks a fury I can't control. I lunge forward, determined to send her away myself.

Simon tells Giara to leave, coaxing me through the ceremony.

But that night, he binds my limbs with stones and sinks me into the sea.

"I told you that was the last time."

Cold water fills my lungs.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day I first abducted Giara.

This time, I don't want Simon or the wedding anymore.

In my last life, I drowned because I abducted the lover of Simon Rossi, my mafia Don fiance, before our wedding.

When I opened my eyes, I was back on that day.

"Please, don't hurt me! My husband is a mafia Don, and I'm pregnant with his child! He'll never forgive you if he finds out!

The young lady, Giara Vaughn, pressed trembling hands to her belly. Her tears threatened to spill as she looked at me and my crew behind me.

I crouched down and pulled out a knife under her panicked gaze.

Before, I had held it to her throat. This time, I cut the ropes binding her wrists.

"You know what? Simon hates weak, sniveling women. He admires partners who can stand beside him at the negotiation table."

Giara cut me off and raised her chin stubbornly. "Like you, right? But he told me I'm different. He said he'll spoil me. He's going to marry me and make me his princess forever! I don't know who you are, but you'd better let me go!"

Last time, those words had lit a fury in me. I was sure she was lying. Now, I stayed silent, feeling only a bitter numbness.

She thought my silence meant disbelief. She quickly fished out her phone and thrust it at me.

"I'm not lying. This is the ultrasound. And this… is the venue he booked. He said this is the perfect place for our wedding. He'll marry me once I have the baby!"

My hand trembled, and the knife clattered to the ground.

I worked connections and spent a fortune to book